Page:1808 Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne.pdf/17



 "Mourn not for me—'tis you I mourn for now; "I soar on high, while you remain below. "In heaven we all at length shall meet again, "Where all is happiness, all free from pain. "Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears; "No more my spirit death or sickness fears."

 

that blest age when never care annoy'd, Nor mortals' peace by discord was destroy'd, A happy pair descended from above, And gods and mortals nam'd them Joy and Love. Together had they seen each opening day, Together shar'd each sportive infant play; In riper years with glowing warmth they lov'd; Jove saw their passion and his nod approv'd. Long happy did they live, when cruel fate From bliss to misery chang'd their envied state. Mankind grew wicked and the gods severe, And Jove's dread anger shook the trembling sphere. To Joy he sent his high behest to fly On silken pinions to her native sky. 