Oh heav'nly patience!—softest nurse of woe!
Whose gentle hand can smoothe the couch of
Where shall we find thee in this scene below
Where watchful science seeks thy haunts it vain
Not on Parnassian height, where dwells the muse
And fancy bathes in heliconian dews—
Nor yet where enterprize, with quiv'ring ray
O'er the wild heath directs his midnight way
Nor yet where proud philosophy explores
The mystic page with vain tho' fervent carve
Nor yet where bold ambition madly soars
To grasp a crown, tho' thorns are twisted fly
No gentle patience!—In the lowly vale
Humility has trimm'd thy peaceful cot
Where christian hope endures the wint'ry gale,
And plants an evergreen which fears it not.