The sunshine of joy and of hope would depart,
And belief in affection would perish for ever!
To talk thus is folly! I doubt not thy truth,
A few years of absence will quickly pass over,
I scorn other perils that menace my youth,
From that wound, I must own, I could never recover!
HENRY,
ON THE DEPARTURE OF HIS WIFE FROM CALCUTTA.
Long is thy passage o'er the main,