That I may feel your force, and call it Joy,
So made when weigh'd against the Load that Guilt,
With leaden Hand, deposits on my Heart,
And when a momentary Comfort strives,
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Lifted by hope, to spread her downy Wing,
Dispair, with Icy palm, arrests the Thought,
And nips the still-born Joy.—
"To me no more
The Good I coveted brings Joy, brings peace,