So his life has flowedFrom its mysterious urn a sacred stream,In whose calm depth the beautiful and pureAlone are mirrored; which, though shapes of illMay hover round its surface, glides in light,And takes no shadow from them.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Fill the seats of justiceWith good men, not so absolute in goodnessAs to forget what human frailty is.Thomas Noon Talfourd
In ourselvesIn our own honest hearts and chainless handsWill be our safeguard:Thomas Noon Talfourd