...pitying power that has undone me, Tells roe that my joys are gone; .' . \ . Let bat him I love fo dearly Pours the balm that heals my grief.' What though memory fo feverely, Smile, and all my cares are flown. Rofa. My father! Mrs. B. Merciful pow'rs!—who taught you this?...

...Which with him I priz'd so dearly : He has frown'd, ar.d they are flown. Love, which drew these sorrows on me, Love alone can yield relief; The pitying power...has undone me, Pours the balm that heals my grief. Aa What though Memory, so severely, Tells me that my joys are gone, Let but him I love so dearly Smile,...

...Tells me those blest hours are gone, Which with him I prized so dearly, Love, which drew these sorrows on me, Love alone can yield relief; The pitying power...Pours the balm that heals my grief. What though memory so severely Tells me that my joys are gone ; Let but him I love so dearly Smile, and all my cares are...