Grief, Thou Hast Lost An Ever-Ready Friend
Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend Now that the cottage Spinning-wheel is mute; And Care, a comforter that best could suit Her froward mood, and softliest reprehend; And Love, a charmer's voice, that used to lend, More efficaciously than aught that flows From harp or lute, kind influence to compose The throbbing pulse, else troubled without end: Even Joy could tell, Joy craving truce and rest From her own overflow, what power sedate On those revolving motions did await Assiduously to soothe her aching breast; And, to a point of just relief, abate The mantling triumphs of a day too blest.
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