The sigh of Comfort, to Affliction dear,

That Kindness heaves, and Virtue loves to hear.
E'en gay Thalia will not now refuse
This gentle homage to her sister-muse.

O ye,

who listen to the plaintive strain,

With strange enjoyment, and with rapturous pain,
Who erst have felt the Stranger's lone despair,
And Haller's settled, sad, remorseful care,
Does Rolla's pure affection less excite
The inexpressive anguish of delight?
Do Cora's fears, which beat without control,
With less solicitude engross the soul?

Ah, no! your minds with kindred zeal
Maternal feeling, and heroic love.

approve

You must approve: where man exists below,

In temperate climes, or midst drear wastes of snow,
Or where the solar fires incessant flame,
Thy laws, all-powerful Nature, are the same:
Vainly the sophist boasts, he can explain
The causes of thy universal reign-
More vainly would his cold presumptuous art
Disprove thy general empire o'er the heart:
A voice proclaims thee, that we must believe,
A voice, that surely speaks not to deceive;
That voice poor Cora heard, and closely prest
Her darling infant to her fearful breast;
Distracted dared the bloody field to tread,
And sought Alonzo through the heaps of dead,
Eager to catch the music of his breath,
Though faltering in the agonies of death,

To touch his lips, though pale and cold, once more,
And clasp his bosom, though it stream'd with gore;

That voice too Rolla heard, and, greatly brave,
His Cora's dearest treasure died to save;
Gave to the hopeless parent's arms her child,
Beheld her transports, and expiring smiled.
That voice we hear-Oh! be its will obey'd!
'Tis Valour's impulse, and 'tis Virtue's aid—
It prompts to all Benevolence admires,

To all that heav'nly Piety inspires,

To all that Praise repeats through lengthen'd years, That Honour sanctifies, and Time reveres.

VERSES

TO THE

MEMORY OF GARRICK.

SPOKEN AS A MONODY, AT THE THEATRE ROYAL IN

DRURY LANE.

VOL. II.

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