Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1802)/Short repose

SHORT REPOSE.

BLow on soft winds, descend soft rain,
to soothe my tender woes;
Your solemn music lulls my pain,
and gives me short repose.

The fan that makes my nature gay,
disturbs my wearied eyes,
And in dark shades I waste the day,
where echo sleeping lies.

Then pity, me, O gentle love!
and come to my relief,
Let innocence and virtue prove,
a sacrifice to grief