To heaven my earthly friends are gone, And thither are my comforts flown, But I continue here! Be thou my Patron-Thou my Guide! This friendless heart from sorrow hide, Reposing on thy care! If I am spared throughout the span But if thy wisdom should decree O leave me not alone! The Feeling Heart. AN ELEGIAC PETITION. WHILE others ask for riches, or for fame, Wide as the world of rationals, my soul, Teach me to feel the joy another knows, And catch the sparkling radiance of his eyes: And, while my breast with beams reflected glows, Forbid pale envy's haggard train to rise. True as the trembling needle to the pole, Instruct my heart to turn to other's woe; May equal sympathy affect my soul, The while it turns, it always trembles too. Though rudely pierced with many a vicious wound, Should pale disease my lonely cot invade, And health my humble roof for ever fly; Let not the selfish tear alone be shed, Nor, unrelieved, the wretched wander by. Should poverty's hard hand my power confine, And some small portion freely to impart. When famish'd hunger craves the humble meal, My smaller wants, forbid me then to feel, When drooping melancholy claims my care, Be it my grand employ, to calm distress; To wipe the tear from off the mourner's check; With lenient balm, to heal the wounded breast, And consolation's sweetest love to speak. Through all the varied scenes of changing life, On Piety. HAIL! heavenly piety, supremely fair! And wipe the tears that stain the cheek of woe. scene, Like thee, exalted, smiling, and serene! Whose rising soul pursues a nobler flight, One To-day is worth two To morrows. All who has power to say, Ah! who is ever sure Is there, in life's dull toil, One certain moment of repose; One ray to dissipate our woes, And bid reflection smile? We seek Hope's gentle aid;We think the lovely phantom pours Her balmy incense on those flow'rs Which blossom but to fade. |