Then patient listen to the mourner’s tale,
And if perchance your gentle bosoms swell
With sympathetic feeling, breathe a prayer
For all who in the vale of sorrow dwell,
That pitying Heaven would grant them strength to bear
The woes they but increase by yielding to despair.
III.
Like an oasis in the desert wild,
Is the sweet sympathy of tender hearts
To the sad mourner—sorrow’s weeping child!