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And litill is iix'd, as loth the sight to leave, Till lingering hope, no longer can deceive, Till all is o'er, and the fond ear in vain Listens to catch the faint short breath again; Has she no voice? What eloquence of speech Can like her simple heartfelt language teach ?
Those only who have felt what it was to have the genial current of their souls chilled by neglect, or changed by unkindness, can sympathize in the feelings of wounded affection, when the overflowings of a generous heart are confined within the limits of its own bosom.
To hope the best is pious, brave, and wise,
And may itself procure what it presumes. Young.
But, happy they ! the happiest of their kind,
Whom gentle stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws,
Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind,
That binds their peace, but harmony itself,
Attuning all their passions into love;
Where friendship full exerts her softest power,
Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire
Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;
Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,
With boundless confidence; for nought but love
Can answer love, and render Mijs secure.
Thomson.
