Rave not to learn the usage I have borne,
For one true sister left me not forlorn;
And though you’re absent in another land,
Sent from me by my own well-meant command,
Your soul, I know, as firm is knit to mine
As these clasped hands in blessing you now join:
Shape not imagined horrors in my fate—
E’en now my sufferings are not very great;
And when your grief’s first transports shall subside
I call upon your strength of soul and pride