And see those smiles all sorrow healing!
Then shall we meet, and, heart to heart,
Lament that fate such friends should sever; 30
And I shall say—“We must not part;”
And thou wilt answer—“Never, never!”
TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON HER BIRTHDAY.
Of all the subjects poetry commands
Praise is the hardest nicely to bestow;
’Tis like the streams in Afric’s burning sands,
Exhausted now, and now they overflow.