There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
God gives us love, someone to love he lends us.
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!