To Mrs. S—. Written in my Sickness.

To Mrs. S—.

Written in my Sickness.

Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face, And bless this desolated Place. O come! my sickly Couch attend, And ease the Anguish of your Friend. Thy Soul, with ev'ry Grace supply'd, Thy gen'rous Soul, in Friendship try'd, With Wit, and nervous Sense delights; And steals away the tardy Nights. Whilst others to Diversions fly, You watch the Sleep-forsaken Eye: To Thee was giv'n the won'drous Pow'r, To gild the melancholy Hour, To sooth the long-distracted Brain, And conquer ev'n the Tyrant Pain.