 | A collection of original poems and translations |  |
The Youth, who pitying saw the frequent Grief,
Thought Pity blameful carrying no Relief;
So, generously curious, sought to know,
In hopes to ease, the Cause of so much Woe;
And call'd him from his melancholy Stand.
He came—and silent waited his Command;
Thinking some Errand wou'd a Mite afford,
Just to support a Being he abhorr'd,
Which yet he durst not of himself destroy,
Since Heav'n again might change the Grief it sent to Joy.
Thought Pity blameful carrying no Relief;
So, generously curious, sought to know,
In hopes to ease, the Cause of so much Woe;
And call'd him from his melancholy Stand.
He came—and silent waited his Command;
Thinking some Errand wou'd a Mite afford,
Just to support a Being he abhorr'd,
Which yet he durst not of himself destroy,
Since Heav'n again might change the Grief it sent to Joy.
| A collection of original poems and translations | |