A Song.

Ah Fate! ye'll ne'er disheart' me,
Though fortune should desert me,
My muse shall still alert be,
Till Heaven calls me home.
Though friends and all should scorn me,
Yet never I'll forlorn be;
My heart by Hope shall borne be,
Till better days shall come.

Oh hope! thou giv'st me pleasure—
Industry, thou'rt my treasure,
Contentment, thou'rt my measure,
__ Of happiness and love:
For though misfortunes fear me,
Those friends with joy to cheer me,
To comfort they'll draw near me,
Their faithfulness to prove.