How desolate!

Ah! how forlorn, how sadly did I stand

When in the field my woful State

I felt! Not all the Land,

Not all the Skies,

Tho Heven shin'd before mine Eys,

Could Comfort yield in any Field to me,

Nor could my Mind Contentment find or see.

Remov'd from Town,

From People, Churches, Feasts, and Holidays,

The Sword of State, the Mayor's Gown,

And all the Neighb'ring Boys;

As if no Kings

On Earth there were, or living Things,

The silent Skies salute mine Eys, the Seas

My Soul surround; no Rest I found, or Eas.

My roving Mind

Search'd evry Corner of the spacious Earth,

From Sky to Sky, if it could find,

(But found not) any Mirth:

Not all the Coasts,

Nor all the great and glorious Hosts,

In Hev'n or Earth, did any Mirth afford;

No welcom Good or needed Food, my Board.

I do believ,

The Ev'ning being shady and obscure,

The very Silence did me griev,

And Sorrow more procure:

A secret Want

Did make me think my Fortune scant.

I was so blind, I could not find my Health,

No Joy mine Ey could there espy, nor Wealth.

Nor could I ghess

What kind of thing I long'd for: But that I

Did somwhat lack of Blessedness,

Beside the Earth and Sky,

I plainly found;

It griev'd me much, I felt a Wound

Perplex me sore; yet what my Store should be

I did not know, nothing would shew to me.

Ye sullen Things!

Ye dumb, ye silent Creatures, and unkind!

How can I call you Pleasant Springs

Unless ye eas my Mind!

Will ye not speak

What 'tis I want, nor Silence break?

O pity me, and let me see som Joy;

Som Kindness shew to me, altho a Boy.