INEDITED POETRY.
(Vol. v., pp. 387. 435.)
By way of concluding my notes upon the MS. volume of poetry, from which I have already transcribed two pieces (inserted at pages 387. 485. of your present volume), I now send you the short poem referred to in my first communication:
"February 15th, past two in the morning.
Going to bed very ill.
Oh, when shall I, from pain and sorrow free,
Enjoy calm rest, and lasting peace with thee!
| When will my weary pilgrimage be o'er, When shall my soul from earth to heav'n soar, And, freed from flesh, the God of Gods adore. |
Oh thou who only knowest what is best,
Give me, oh give me, peace, content and rest!