Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar,
And told the path,—a never-setting star:
So, heavenly Genius, in thy course divine,
Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine.”
Propitious Power! when rankling cares annoy
The sacred home of Hymenean joy;
When doomed to Poverty’s sequestered dell,
The wedded pair of love and virtue dwell,
Unpitied by the world, unknown to fame,
Their woes, their wishes, and their hearts the same—