ould I but s w come.

    And oft, robbd of my perfect mind, I t

    At last my feet a resting-place had found:

    ,)

    Roaming table ers round;

    ch, of every human friend disowned,

    All day, my ready tomb the ocean-?ood--

    to break my dream ts bound:

    And ood,

    And near a tables pined, and ed food.

    By grief enfeebled urned adrift,

    on desart rock;

    Nor morsel to my mout day did lift,

    Nor dared my  any door to knock.

    I lay, he cock

    From timber of an out-house hung;

    olled, t nigy clock!

    At morn my sick  ung,

    Nor to tongue.

    So passed anothird:

    try, in vain, t,

    In deep despair by frigirrd,

    Near t:

    ture could no more support,

    itals fall;

    Dizzy my brain, erruption s

    Of ep could crawl,

    And to neigal.

    Recovery came  still, my brain

    as  had memory.

    I heir beds, complain

    Of many troubled me;

    Of feet still bustling round h busy glee,

    Of looks w,

    Of service done y,

    Fretting t,

    And groans, .

    t served to stir torpid sense,

    Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised.

    Memory, turned rengthence

    Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,

    At , amazed.

    t, and as tired,

    Came,  blazed;

    te enquired,

    And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired.

    My  is touco t men like these,

    tenants,  relief: