BLEST Partner of my Grief! the Damsel said,
Some Angel surely sent you to my Aid;
For now some dawning Rays of Hope appear,
That chase away the Clouds of dark Despair.
This Pause of Pain, and Interval of Grace,
Shall be employ'd in Search of future Peace.
Then guide, and guard me to your noble Friend;
So may you never want this Aid you lend!
And, as we travel, deign to let me know,
To whom so many Thanks I justly owe;
What hapless Fortune cast you on this Land,
What Occupation here employs your Hand.
Sweet Conversation may suspend my Care,
Dispel my Grief, or make it less severe:
So shall I easier reach the neighb'ring Town;
And, list'ning to your Fate, forget my own.