SONG.Nature’s imperfect child, to whomThe world is wrapt in viewless gloom,Can unresisted still impartThe fondest wishes of his heart.And he, to whose impervious earThe sweetest sounds no charms dispense,Can bid his inmost soul appearIn clear, tho’ silent, eloquence.But we, my Julia, not so blest,Are doom’d a diff’rent fate to prove,—To feel each joy and hope supprestThat flow from pure, but hidden, love.
Nature’s imperfect child, to whomThe world is wrapt in viewless gloom,Can unresisted still impartThe fondest wishes of his heart.And he, to whose impervious earThe sweetest sounds no charms dispense,Can bid his inmost soul appearIn clear, tho’ silent, eloquence.But we, my Julia, not so blest,Are doom’d a diff’rent fate to prove,—To feel each joy and hope supprestThat flow from pure, but hidden, love.