04.11.2013, 18:24
TO THE SAME.
Helen, if thus we tenderly deplore
Our separation for a few brief days,
Yearning upon the much loved one to gaze,
With admiration and delight once more —
Lavish of sighs, and tears that vainly pour :
Ah ! what must be the misery that preys
Upon their hearts — ah ! what the woes that craze
Their brains, who pine in exile on our shore !
Parents from childreu are remorseless torn !
The infant from the mother ! and the wife
From the distracted husband ! — they are borne
Away in chains, no more to meet in life !
In vain they shriek, and supplicate, and mourn —
Tortures and blows shall quell Affection's strife.
Helen, if thus we tenderly deplore
Our separation for a few brief days,
Yearning upon the much loved one to gaze,
With admiration and delight once more —
Lavish of sighs, and tears that vainly pour :
Ah ! what must be the misery that preys
Upon their hearts — ah ! what the woes that craze
Their brains, who pine in exile on our shore !
Parents from childreu are remorseless torn !
The infant from the mother ! and the wife
From the distracted husband ! — they are borne
Away in chains, no more to meet in life !
In vain they shriek, and supplicate, and mourn —
Tortures and blows shall quell Affection's strife.