Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By To a LadyRichard Dabney (1787?1825)
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Was, surely, never framed to bear
The season’s change, the hand of pain,
And fell disease’s racking train,
That must, from year to year, attend
Life’s course, till life itself shall end.
That scarce has yet a pang withstood,
Was, surely, never meant to bear
Grief, sorrow, wo, deceit, despair,
And all the mental ills, that rend
The human heart, till life shall end.
Whose groves of bliss an angel loved,
Where winter’s gloom was never known,
Nor fell disease’s hollow groan;
Where grief, deceit, despair and wo
Dare not their forms of horror show,
But fate, that destiny forgot;
Or, envious of thy blissful state,
Some fiend of earth, and earthly hate,
Gave thee to pain and sorrow here—
Betray’d thee to this world of care.