A NIGHT THOUGHT
These verses were thrown off extempore upon leaving Mrs. Luff's
house at Fox-Ghyll, one evening. The good woman is not disposed to
look at the bright side of things, and there happened to be
present certain ladies who had reached the point of life where
'youth' is ended, and who seemed to contend with each other in
expressing their dislike of the country and climate. One of them
had been heard to say she could not endure a country where there
was "neither sunshine nor cavaliers."
LO! where the Moon along the sky
Sails with her happy destiny;
Oft is she hid from mortal eye
Or dimly seen,
But when the clouds asunder fly
How bright her mien!
Far different we--a froward race,
Thousands though rich in Fortune's grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Their way pursue,
Ingrates who wear a smileless face
The whole year through.
If kindred humours e'er would make
My spirit droop for drooping's sake,
From Fancy following in thy wake,
Bright ship of heaven!
A counter impulse let me take
And be forgiven.