SONNET, To A YOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION, WHO THOUGHT SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY;

SONNET,

To A YOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION, WHO THOUGHT SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY;

WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE.

Yes, thou shalt smile again! — Time always heals, In Youth, the wounds of sorrow. — O! survey Yon now subsided Deep, thro' night a prey To warring winds, and to their furious peals Surging tumultuous. — Yet, as in dismay, The settling billows tremble — Morning steals Grey on the rocks; and soon, to pour the day From the streak'd east, the radiant Orb unveils, In all his pride of light. — Thus shall the glow Of beauty, health, and hope, by soft degrees Spread o'er thy breast; — disperse these storms of woe: Wake with soft Pleasure's sense, the wish to please, Till from those eyes the wonted lustres flow, Bright as the Sun, on calm, and crystal Seas.