Beccles, 1779.
The Hebrew king, with spleen possest,
By David's harp was soothed to rest;
Yet, when the magic song was o'er,
The soft delusion charm'd no more;
The former fury fired the brain,
And every care return'd again.
But had he known Eliza's skill
To bless the sense and bind the will,
To bid the gloom of care retire,