Poems on Several Occasions, Song

In Vain I strive to fly This Soul consuming Care, My Sorrows always nigh, And present every where.

In vain I trace the Grove, There no Repose I find; What Place can banish Love From the subjected Mind.

That pensive-falling Stream, Those Gales that whisper round, Increase the fatal Flame, And deeper fix the Wound.

The silent Shades of night, Adds Horror to my Grief; The gay Return of Light To me brings no Relief.