The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker/Another

Still apprehending death and pain, To whom great God shall I complain?
 * To whom pour out my tears

But to the pow'r that gave me breath, The arbiter of life and death,
 * The ruler of the spheres?

Soon to the grave's Cimmerian shade I must descend without thine aid,
 * To stop my spirit's flight;

Leave my dear partner here behind, And blooming babe, whose op'ning mind
 * Just lets in Reason's light.

When she, solicitous to know Why I indulge my silent woe,
 * Clings fondly round my neck,

My passions then know no commands, My heart with swelling grief expands,
 * Its tender fibres break.

Father of the creation wide, Why hast thou not to man deny'd
 * The silken tye of love?

Why food celestial let him taste, Then tear him from the rich repast,
 * Real miseries to prove?