WIDOWED LOVE.
By Thomas Gent
Tell me, chaste spirit! in yon orb of light,
Which seems to wearied souls an ark of rest,
So calm, so peaceful, so divinely bright —
Solace of broken hearts, the mansion of the bless'd!
Tell me, oh! tell me — shall I meet again
The long lost object of my only love!
— This hope but mine, death were release from pain;
Angel of mercy! haste, and waft my soul above!