Sways the everlasting love of God.
SUPPLICATION.
A cup of pleasure passing sweet,
Sometimes, this life of hopes and fears,—
But oft, a fountain full of grief,
O’erflowing still with lonely tears.
When brightest skies above us bend,
Dark o’er our heads the tempest lowers;—
At best, a sombre happiness,
A partial light, at best, is ours.