The Works of the Late Aaron Hill ... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting |
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The Resignation.
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The Resignation.
Well! be it so—Sorrow, that streams not o'er,
Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more:
Dumb, infelt pangs, too well, supply the woe,
That grief, in suff'ring silence, shuns to show.
Yet, let my will's reluctant pride submit,
And learn to love the lot, that heav'n found fit.
All, I can lose, God gave—and, when 'tis flown,
Whom does he wrong, who but resumes his own?
Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more:
Dumb, infelt pangs, too well, supply the woe,
That grief, in suff'ring silence, shuns to show.
Yet, let my will's reluctant pride submit,
And learn to love the lot, that heav'n found fit.
All, I can lose, God gave—and, when 'tis flown,
Whom does he wrong, who but resumes his own?
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Should I, in fruitless agony, complain,
Fretting my wound, but multiplies my pain:
While they, who patiently embrace distress,
Teach shame, to satisfy, and grief, to bless.
Whate'er has been, 'tis madness, to regret;
Whate'er must be, shocks least, when braveliest met,
Learn then, my soul, thy course, resign'd to run,
And never pray thy will—but God's, be done.
Fretting my wound, but multiplies my pain:
While they, who patiently embrace distress,
Teach shame, to satisfy, and grief, to bless.
Whate'er has been, 'tis madness, to regret;
Whate'er must be, shocks least, when braveliest met,
Learn then, my soul, thy course, resign'd to run,
And never pray thy will—but God's, be done.
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