Which like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
4. When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears,
Is dimm’d and vanish’d too!
5. Oh! who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom