"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                    10
          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.
                                                              1819.