Half Ink, and plunge me in the sombre flood.
[POVERTY AND LOVE.]
These little Evils, and a thousand such, }
Which the proud poor will ever feel too much, }
Touch not the heart, or transient is the Touch. }
Fly Reason’s Voice; but, oh! the pain to prove
That dreadful Union, Poverty and Love;
To dream of mutual Joy and raise the Mind