A good old tune, indeed, and strongly sung;
But, in my mind, the man who wrote the hymn
Had seemed more modest, had he paused a while.
Ere by a trick he furnished other tongues
With words he only has the heart to sing.

_David_.

Oh, Grace! Dear Grace!

_Ruth_.

You may well cry for grace,
If that's the company you have to keep.

_Grace_.

I thought you convert to his sophistry.
It makes no difference to him, you know,
Whether I plague or please.

_Ruth_.

It does to you.

_Israel_.

There, children! No more bitter words like those!
I do not understand them; they awake