TO MY FATHER,ON HIS RETURN FROM BOCKING.MAY 29, 1808.
From those sad scenes, where hopeless woe
No transient gleam of comfort cheers;
Where, still in silent sorrow flow
The widow's and the orphans' tears;
No transient gleam of comfort cheers;
Where, still in silent sorrow flow
The widow's and the orphans' tears;
From those sad scenes, where ev'ry thought
Recalls the friend you lov'd so well,
And struggling sighs, with anguish fraught,
Your pitying bosom frequent swell;
Recalls the friend you lov'd so well,
And struggling sighs, with anguish fraught,
Your pitying bosom frequent swell;
From those sad scenes at length you turn,
And, pensive, seek your tranquil dome:
Then cease, my Father! cease to mourn,
And cheer again your pleasant home!
And, pensive, seek your tranquil dome:
Then cease, my Father! cease to mourn,
And cheer again your pleasant home!
