Oh! that one day, cruel, accursed, should spoil,
The harvesting of a whole lifetime’s toil!”
But in these sighs, what cause will you have shown
For real tribulation of your own?
Rather will not the death that you bewail
Be happy ending of a fairy tale?
Reduce your cries to words; and they will clear
Away a grievance, and assuage a fear.
To fall asleep at a fair life’s fair close,
And thence till Time shall cease enjoy repose—