Man’s heart, like woman’s love? What can impart
Such healing balm? What else remove the dart
Still rankling in the bosom? Thou hast proved,
O, gentle Love! full well thy healing art!—
One of Virginia’s fairest daughters loved
Our stricken one, and thus the deadly dart remov’d.
XXVIII.
O, Love! thy presence sweetens all below!
Thou art the sunshine of life’s dreary road;
Or, ’mid the storm, thou art the cheering bow