Perchance, O kinder thought and better hope, Of glimmering faith, that soul will never die. Must slumber on, but shall awake at last; A little longer, yet a little longer, And at the trumpet's voice, shall this dry shape Perchance for second death, perchance to shine, If aught of Israel's God he knew and lov'd, Brighter than seraphs, and beyond the sun. CRUELTY. WILL none befriend that poor dumb brute, Will no man rescue him? With weaker effort, gasping, mute, He strains in every limb; Spare him, O spare: - he feels, he feels The merciless is doubly curst, As mercy is "twice blest;" Vengeance, though slow, shall come, but first The vengeance of the breast. Why add another woe to life, Man, are there not enough? Why lay thy weapon to the strife? Why make the road more rough? Faint, nunger-sick, old, blind, and ill, The poor, or man or beast, Can battle on with life uphill, And bear its griefs at least; Truly, their cup of gall o'erflows' Heard ye that shriek? O wretch, forbear, Heap on, heap on, - fresh torments add,New schemes of torture plan⚫ NO MERCY: Mercy's self is glad To damn the cruel man. God! God! thy whole creation groans, Yours the natural curling tresses, Pure with health, and warm with joy. The dull slaves of gain, or passion, Cannot love you as they should; The poor worldly fools of fashion Would not love you if they could. Write them childless, those cold-hearted, Who can scorn Thy generous boon, And whose souls with fear have smarted, Lest-Thy blessings come too soon. While he hath a child to love him, But for thee, whose heart is lonely, All unkiss'd by innocent beauty, |