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The Poems of John Byrom

Edited by Adolphus William Ward

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AN HYMN, From the French.


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I

How charming to be thus confin'd
Within This lovely Tow'r;
Where with a calm and quiet Mind
I pass the peaceful Hour!
Stronger than Chains of any Kind
Is Love's Enduring Pow'r.

II

These very Ills are my Delight;
My Pleasures rise from Pains;
The Punishments that most affright
Become my wish'd-for Gains;
Whatever Torments they excite,
Pure-sighing Love remains.

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III

Pain is no Object of my Fear,
Tho' Help is not in View;
Sure as I am, from Evils here
That Blessings will ensue,
To Sov'reign Beauty it is clear
That Sov'reign Love is due.

IV

I suffer, but along with Smart
Is Grace and Virtue sent;
Presence of God, Who takes my Part,
So sweetens all Event.
He is the Patience of my Heart,
The Comfort and Content.