...mifcrjbly old. Shou'd I reveal the fource of ev'ry grief, If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breifts, •Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be rrpreft, . Heav'n fends misfortunes — Why fhouli we repine ?.. . 'Tis Heav'n h.is brought aie to...

...miferably old. Should I reveal the fource of every grief, If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breaft, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be repreft. Heav'n fends misfortunes — why fhouldwe repine? 'Tis Heav'n has brought me to the ftate...

...miferably old. Should I reveal the fource of every grief, If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breaft, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief. And tears of pity could not be repreft. Heav'n fends misfortunes — why fhould we repine ? 'Tis heaven has brought me to the ftate...

...miferably old. Should I reveal the fources of my grief, If foft humanity e'er touched your lireaft, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief, , And tears of pity would not be repreft. Hcavdn fends misfortunes ; why fhould we repine: 'Tis heaven has brought me to...

...the cold! Should I reveal the fource of every grief, If foft humanity e'er toueh'd your breaft, 'Vour hands would not with-hold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be repieft. Heaven fends misfortunes-—why fhould we rejiine-? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the ftate...

...and miferably old. Should I reveal the fources of my grief, If foft humanity e'er touch'd yourbreaft, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be repreft. Heaven fends misfortunes ; why mould we repine ? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to...

...miferably old. Should I reveal the fources of my grief, If foft humanity e'er toueh'd your breaft, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of Pity would not be repreft. 1 j*4 PATHETIC PIECES. Boot VII?. Heaven fends misfortunes ; why mould we repine...

...Was I to tell the fource of every grief, If foft compaffion ever touch'd your breaft, Your hand could not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be reprcit. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I fprightly hailed the morn, My cattle...

...morfque prcces. VI. Should I reveal the fources of my grief, If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breaft, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be repreft. VII. Heav'n fends misfortunes ; why fhould we repine ? 'Tis heav'n has brought...

...poor and miserably old. -to Should I reveal the source of every grief, If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be represt. Heaven sends misfortunes—why should we repinej 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state you...