Say that my love, inviolably true, No change, no diminution ever knew; Lo! her bright image, pendent on my neck "My soul, that fluttering hastens to be free, Would yet a train of thoughts impart to thee, But strives in vain; the chilling ice of Death Congeals my blood, and chokes the stream of breath; Resign'd, she quits her comfortless abode To course that long, unknown, eternal road O sacred Source of everliving Light! Conduct the weary wanderer in her flight; That steals from Pity's eye the melting tear; Then, while in streams of soft compassion drown'd, The swains lament, and maidens weep around; While lisping children, touch'd with infant fear, With wonder gaze, and drop the' unconscious tear; Oh! then this moral bid their souls retain, ALL THOUGHTS OF HAPPINESS ON EARTH ARE VAIN?” That now inactive to the palate clung; Through Life's sad journey hopeless to complain : As through this thorny vale of life we run, |