XVI.
’Twas confidence in Heaven—for there she turn’d
When “friend and lover” failed her, and that God
Who never yet the broken hearted spurn’d,
Supported her beneath the chast’ning rod,
And sooth’d her in her childless widowhood!
All glory to his name, who sweetly spoke,
And still’d the raging of affliction’s flood!
O, sad it is to bear Jehovah’s stroke
Like bullocks unaccustom’d to the galling yoke.