 | Poems on several occasions |  |
ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER.
Adieu, my Nutty, dearly bought!I envy thee, but pity not;
Happy the port betimes to gain,
Secure from shame and guilt and pain!
No lover false thy youth beguiled;
No wicked and unthankful child
Tortured with grief thy riper years,
Or crush'd with woes thy hoary hairs.
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And safe in never-ending rest!
Let me, if not for thee, my dear,
Drop for myself a secret tear.
For me, my best of life-time knows
Decreasing friends and growing foes:
To those whom most I wish to please,
The cause of pining and disease;
Alive,—in storms and tempests tost;
And dead,—perhaps for ever lost!
If doom'd to feel eternal pain,
Never to meet with thee again!
Though, midst the pangs of stinging thought
And bodings of despair, if aught
Can make me pleased with life to be,
'Tis that I being gave to thee.
| Poems on several occasions | |