Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet 2

by Felicia Hemans

For works with similar titles, see Sonnet.

SONNET.

’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.