Commemorative Feelings, or Miscellaneous Poems.

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Title
Commemorative Feelings, or Miscellaneous Poems.
Author
Walker, Mrs. Spencer.
Publication
London,: White, Cochrane, and Co.
1812
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Page 38

SYMPATHY.

AH! I said to my heart, "Go to sleep," While in Lethe I bathed every wound, Then set Reason her vigils to keep, And to guard it from dangers around.
Long softly entranced had it lain, Or to Friendship or Love both unknown For their efforts I check'd, nor in vain, Lest a throb or a sigh it might own.
For each oft, alas! had it bled, Disappointment had barb'd every dart And Peace had with Happiness fled, Ere to sleep I devoted my heart.

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Yet again it awoke from its dream With a touch, O how gentle and bland! It the wand of enchantment might seem, But I FELT it was SYMPATHY'S hand.
"Ah! then mine be the triumph, mine own," Thus softly she sigh'd to my heart, "Can your woes be unpitied, unknown, "When I claim more than half as my part?"
Then bid Reason her vigils to cease, Or to sleep she may quietly go; For though Reason may oft guard your peace, Every JOY you to SYMPATHY owe.
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