Poems, chiefly pastoral By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces |
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AN INTRODUCTION,
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AN INTRODUCTION,
Spoke at the Theatre in Sunderland, to a Play performed there for the Benefit of the Widows and Orphans of that Place.
On Widows—Orphans—left, alas! forlorn,(From the rack'd heart its every comfort torn)
Humanity, to-night, confers relief,
And softens, tho' she can't remove their grief:
Blasted her hopes, her expectations kill'd,
The sons of Sympathy (with sorrow chill'd)
Behold the wretched Matron—madly weep,
And hear her cry—“My joys are in the deep!”
To the tremendous Power that rules mankind,
Lord of the seas—the calm and boist'rous wind,
We bow, obedient, and with awe resign'd.
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No—wemay wonder, but we must adore.
Happy, for ever, be the generous breast,
That feels compassion for the Poor distrest;
Happy the hand that stops the sufferer's tear!
Such hands there are, and Such we find, are Here.
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