Classic Poem

In vain I strive to calm my Grief,
With Reason, or Philosophy!
My untun'd Soul to both is deaf,
And rages but more high.
Books! Verse! and Reason! all to me are vain,
They sooth Despair alone, and help me to complain.

II.

In vain! I Company pursue,
And to Sulpitia Visits make,
Since ev'ry tender Word of hers,
Doth Friendships dear Idea's wake.
And all my Cares renew.
In vain I lie! in vain I rise,
For Sleep his wonted Aid denies:
Sad Scenes of Horrour fill the Night.
And my Soul sickens with the Light.

III.

Thus spent with Fears, with racking Thoughts opprest,
To Thee great God, I fly for Rest,
Oh comfort the Distrest!
In Thee, O Lord, I put my Trust!
My Life, and Hopes, depend on Thee!
For thou art Merciful and Just,
And wilt be so to me.
Unknown to Thee, there is nor Good, nor Ill,
Oh grant me Resignation to thy Will!