Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG (4), by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL


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SONG (4), by                    
First Line: The balmy comforts that are fled
Last Line: Thy grief -- and learn to bear.
Subject(s): Discontent; Dissatisfaction


THE balmy comforts that are fled
To me no more return,
Though Nature's sweets around are shed,
Amid those sweets I mourn.
With organs framed to taste delight,
My soul its functions tries,
I feel, I see -- but from my sight
The transient landscape flies.


The glimmering beams of opening day,
Shot through a watery sky,
Delusive glowing tints display,
But soon o'erwhelmed they die.
'Twas thus my youth in brightness dawned,
My passions caught the glow,
Some ray of bliss each cloud adorned
Which teemed with future woe.


Torn from each joy that soothes the heart,
All other pleasures fly,
My thoughts pursue the toils of art,
My feelings music try.
Then, O, my soul! thy powers divine
Strengthened in virtue rear;
Pour from thy breast, in songs sublime,
Thy grief -- and learn to bear.





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