(From The Stranger.)
I HAVE a Silent Sorrow here,
A Grief I’ll ne’er impart;
It breathes no Sigh, it sheds no Tear,
But it consumes my heart!
This cherish’d woe, this loved despair,
My lot for ever be;
So, my Soul’s Lord, the pangs I bear
Be never known by thee!
And when pale characters of Death
Shall mark this alter’d Cheek;
When my poor waited trembling breath
My Life’s last hope would speak;
I shall not raise my Eyes to Heav’n,
Nor mercy ask for me;
My Soul despairs to be forgiven,
Unpardon’d, Love, by thee!