A happiness in part!
Say, has that God, whose word from high
With orbs unnumber’d gem’d the sky,
And bade the waters flow;
In mercy, or in wrath, decreed
That ev’ry heart by turns must bleed,
And taste the cup of woe?
Tho’ what we wish attend our pray’rs
A something yet the joy impairs,
And spreads a dark’ning gloom.