Answer to "PITY."

Cease, dearest PITY! Cease, nor once despair— Dame Fortune's partial to the virtuous fair; Time flies apace, nor does it fly in vain, To bless you with those happy scenes again. Let not these sorrows e'er corrode a heart Too prone to virtue to deserve the smart; But view those scenes as only now suspended, Which, when renew'd, will amply be amended. Yes, cherish this—all other thoughts are vain, Wealth's but a curse, and each enjoyment, pain. And when those happy scenes recur to view, Cheer up thy heart, and sing "Je pense á vous!"