The man who melts With social sympathy, though not allied, Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.

To get the sympathy of the Tribunal for himself ought always to be one of the first objects of the advocate

For I no sooner in my heart divin'd My heart, which by a secret harmony Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.

World-wide apart, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For other's good, and melt at other's woe.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.