OF SORROW.
I said, I will seek out Sorrow, and minister the balm of pity;
So I sought her in the house of mourning; but peace followed in her train.
Then I marked her brooding silently in the gloomy cavern of Regret;
But a sunbeam of heavenly hope gleamed on her folded wing.
So I turned to the cabin of the poor, where famine dwelt with disease:
But the bed of the sick was smoothed, and the ploughman whistled at his labour.
So I stopt, and mused within myself, to remember where Sorrow dwelt,
For I sought to see her alone, uncomforted, uncompanioned.
I went to the prison, but penitence was there, and promise of better times;