But to give ease to man's distracted frame,
The healing goddess watchful Friendship came;
To feel the sudden downcast of an eye,
And long before anticipate a sigh;
To see what would the present calm destroy,
When fond Remembrance paints some long lost joy.
The long lost joy, if never to return,
Asks the sad heart to cling around its urn;
But listening Friendship hears the low request,
And silent guards the inroad of the breast;
By slow degrees draws back the present scene,
Till gayer thoughts come gliding in between,
Till Hope again her flattering tints lets fall,
That lend some comfort, and that promise all.