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WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES

1762-1850

523                                           Time and Grief

O TIME! who knowst a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrows wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
On thee I rest my only hope at last,
And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear
That flows in vain oer all my soul held dear,
I may look back on every sorrow past,
And meet lifes peaceful evening with a smile:
As some lone bird, at days departing hour,
Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower
Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while:
    Yet ah! how much must this poor heart endure,
    Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure!

 

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