Despair

T HE sympathizing Muse to feather'd grief
In a melodious tear imparts relief.
But, when Despair the bosom has oppress'd,
And leaves the heart no interval of rest,
In vain the Bard or Minstrel we implore:
Mute is their spirit, and is heard no more.
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