...and frequently fortells the doom that awaits himself and others. The gift of poetry is inspiration. Exulted in the raptures thought can give, And said...name, we did not part From some more glowing virtue of the heart ; From kind benevolence, from faithful truth, The generous candour of believing youth, From...

...of every wo; That, somewhere, every hour's an hour of tears. That every moment new misfortune rears; The work of wretchedness is never done, And misery's sigh extends with every sun. We did not quite forget the simple child; Well is it if, when dawning manhood smiled, If, when we lost...

...feet, And never thought of griefs we were to meet. Ah ! soon, too soon is all the truth displayed, Too soon appears this scene of light and shade ! We...name, we did not part From some more glowing virtue of the heart ; From kind benevolence, from faithful truth, The generous candour of believing youth, From...