Sonnet, to Patience
Come , Patience! charmer of the anguish'd hour,
Skill'd each desponding horror to beguile,
Benignly mild, come sweet, but serious Pow'r!
And soothe me with thy melancholy smile;
Thou, who do'st love, in simplest tress to bind
Thy amber hair, beside some current clear,
And when thy florets feel the frozen wind,
Drop'st in each closing bell a balmy tear;
Once more effuse thy softness o'er my breast,
Lift the blue languish of thy modest eye,
Oh! bid me, with thy halcyon-temper blest,
Survey, once more, bright Hope's empurpled sky,
Nor, bleeding votarist at Sorrow's shrine,
'Mid ambient blooms of bliss, and joys untasted, pine.
Skill'd each desponding horror to beguile,
Benignly mild, come sweet, but serious Pow'r!
And soothe me with thy melancholy smile;
Thou, who do'st love, in simplest tress to bind
Thy amber hair, beside some current clear,
And when thy florets feel the frozen wind,
Drop'st in each closing bell a balmy tear;
Once more effuse thy softness o'er my breast,
Lift the blue languish of thy modest eye,
Oh! bid me, with thy halcyon-temper blest,
Survey, once more, bright Hope's empurpled sky,
Nor, bleeding votarist at Sorrow's shrine,
'Mid ambient blooms of bliss, and joys untasted, pine.
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