Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet 2

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’Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest,
    May hover round the virtuous man's repose;
And oft in visions animate his breast,
    And scenes of bright beatitude disclose.
The ministers of Heaven with pure controul,
    May bid his sorrow and emotion cease;
Inspire the pious fervour of his soul,
    And whisper to his bosom hallow'd peace.
Ah! tender thought, that oft with sweet relief,
    May charm the bosom of a weeping friend;
Beguile with magic power the tear of grief,
    And pensive pleasure with devotion blend;
While oft he fancies music sweetly faint,
The airy lay of some departed saint.