• Be mine that silent calm repast, A conscience cheerful to the last: That tree which bears immortal fruit, Without a canker at the root; That friend which never fails the just, When other friends desert their trust.

    Nathaniel Cotton: Be mine that silent calm repast,
A conscience cheerful to the last:
That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;
That friend which never fails the just,
When other friends desert their trust.
    John Gilbert Cooper, Nathaniel Cotton (1822). “The Poems of Cooper, and Cotton”, p.274