A Song.

All Fate! ye’ll ne’er disheart’ me,
Though fortune should desert me,
My muse shall still alert be,
Till Heaven calls me home.

What though my kin should scorn me,
Yet never I’ll forlorn be;
My heart by Hope shall borne be.
Till better days shall come.

Oh Hope! thon 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.