Poems (Nealds)/Stanzas written during a Storm at Middleton
STANZAS,WRITTEN DURING A STORM AT MIDDLETON.
Loud howls the blast! the beating rain Descends in torrents on the ground;Across the heath my eyes I strain, But all is dark and drear around.
Alas! for me no friendly door Now opens at my well known call,I wander cheerless o'er the moor, While from my eyes sad tear-drops fall.
I once was bless'd with friends and home, And happily each hour flew by,But now bereft of all I roam, And peace and joy far from me fly.
Alike to me the summer's heat, And hoary winter's nipping frost;I hope in heav'n repose to meet, For ev'ry bliss on earth I've lost.