Song
Dublin Core
Title
Song
Description
Banish grief for hope presages,
Happier scenes in life ahead:
Bear up still, and pain that rages,
Soon will cease, its power be fled.
Why should we let drooping sorrow
Force the intrusive tear to view;
Is there a balm which we can borrow,
By opening healing wounds anew?
No, anguish feeds on its own making,
And rends the heart of softer mould;
Soon peace the trembling breast forsaking
Flies delug'd from its stormy hold.
Despair proclaims her dread dominion
So late tranquillity's domain,
And cautious each officious minion,
Guards close the avenues of pain.
Then banish grief, not once presuming
To brood o'er ills you can't arrest,
Bear up, the heart may yet be blooming,
The Halcyon spirit fill the breast.
Happier scenes in life ahead:
Bear up still, and pain that rages,
Soon will cease, its power be fled.
Why should we let drooping sorrow
Force the intrusive tear to view;
Is there a balm which we can borrow,
By opening healing wounds anew?
No, anguish feeds on its own making,
And rends the heart of softer mould;
Soon peace the trembling breast forsaking
Flies delug'd from its stormy hold.
Despair proclaims her dread dominion
So late tranquillity's domain,
And cautious each officious minion,
Guards close the avenues of pain.
Then banish grief, not once presuming
To brood o'er ills you can't arrest,
Bear up, the heart may yet be blooming,
The Halcyon spirit fill the breast.
Creator
Arion
Source
1:46, p. 184
Date
1828.02.08
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Song,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/112.
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