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Grief softens hearts, and curbs the will,
impetuous passion tames,
And keeps insatiate, keen desire
from launching in extremes.
impetuous passion tames,
And keeps insatiate, keen desire
from launching in extremes.
Thro' time's dark womb, our judgment right,
if our dim eye was thrown,
Clear should we see, the will divine
has but forestall'd our own;
if our dim eye was thrown,
Clear should we see, the will divine
has but forestall'd our own;
At variance with our future wish,
self-sever'd we complain;
If so, the wounded, not the wound,
must answer for the pain.
self-sever'd we complain;
If so, the wounded, not the wound,
must answer for the pain.
The day shall come, and swift of wing,
tho' you may think it slow,
When, in the list of fortune's smiles,
you'll enter frowns of woe.
tho' you may think it slow,
When, in the list of fortune's smiles,
you'll enter frowns of woe.
For mark the path of Providence;
this course it has pursu'd,
"Pain is the parent, woe the womb
"of sound, important good:"
this course it has pursu'd,
"Pain is the parent, woe the womb
"of sound, important good:"
Our hearts are fasten'd to this world
by strong, and endless ties;
And ev'ry sorrow cuts a string,
and urges us to rise:
by strong, and endless ties;
And ev'ry sorrow cuts a string,
and urges us to rise:
'Twill
