Sympathy
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Title
Sympathy
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WHAT, when the heart is sick with grief,
When joys are gone that us'd to be;
Soothes us when all looks dark and drear:
Lady? it is - Sympathy.
WHEN long we've toil'd our bark to steer
Of life far, far, from misery;
But fail'd, and we were wreck'd on wo,
Lady! what help like - Sympathy.
WHEN with fond dreams of happiness
We sigh'd for what we wish'd could be;
We clasp'd the phantom, but 'twas gone,
Lady! we then priz'd - Sympathy.
OH! be you e'er deceiv'd by friends,
(For true one's we've long ceased to see);
There's nought allays the rankling wound,
Lady! like heavenly - Sympathy.
ETHERIAL balm! of source divine,
Thou giv'st thy comfort willingly;
And ev'ry heart with virtue fraught,
Lady! swells with sympathy.
When joys are gone that us'd to be;
Soothes us when all looks dark and drear:
Lady? it is - Sympathy.
WHEN long we've toil'd our bark to steer
Of life far, far, from misery;
But fail'd, and we were wreck'd on wo,
Lady! what help like - Sympathy.
WHEN with fond dreams of happiness
We sigh'd for what we wish'd could be;
We clasp'd the phantom, but 'twas gone,
Lady! we then priz'd - Sympathy.
OH! be you e'er deceiv'd by friends,
(For true one's we've long ceased to see);
There's nought allays the rankling wound,
Lady! like heavenly - Sympathy.
ETHERIAL balm! of source divine,
Thou giv'st thy comfort willingly;
And ev'ry heart with virtue fraught,
Lady! swells with sympathy.
Creator
Arion
Source
1:50, p. 198
Date
1828.03.07
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Sympathy,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/119.
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