Who then will soothe thy grief, when mine is o’er?
Who will protect thee, helpless Ellenore?
Shall secret scenes thy filial sorrows hide,
Scorned by the world, to factious guilt allied?
Ah! no; methinks the generous and the good
Will woo thee from the shades of solitude!
O’er friendless grief compassion shall awake,
And smile on innocence, for Mercy’s sake!”
Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be,
The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee!