Heaven’s promise dormant lies in human hope;
Who wishes life immortal, proves it too.
Why happiness pursued, though never found?
Man’s thirst of happiness declares it is,
(For nature never gravitates to nought);
That thirst unquench’d declares it is not here. 613
My Lucia, thy Clarissa call to thought;
Why cordial friendship riveted so deep,
As hearts to pierce at first, at parting, rend,
If friend, and friendship, vanish in an hour?