1. Doubt stood me next to your generosity
And my praise, though high, was remiss

2. Gratitude from me was not equal to your trials
Else I’d truly be unwise

3. When doubt of you ever entered me
It was soon dispelled by your certainty

4. Hope in it from me was frustrated by return
Perhaps and maybe persisted

5. Your rebuke saddled my soul
Until it was docile to the bridle though stubborn

6. By my life, if I ever sought payment
For my thanks, I'd be miserly indeed

7. A brother who envied gifts and was distraught
Though filled to the brim with affluence

8. If the world had given you what it gave him
Millions would be paltry in your hands

9. After the prime of life estranged me
A nature safe from the world's blandishments

10. Grief mixed him with those now dead
Diminishing for me his loss's blow