To Delia

The gifts indulgent heav'n bestows,
Are variously convey'd;
The human mind, like nature, knows
Alternate light and shade.

While changing aspects all things wear,
Can we expect to find
Unclouded sunshine all the year,
Or constant peace of mind?

More gaily smiles the blooming spring,
When wintry storms are o'er;
Retreating sorrows thus may bring
Delights unknown before.

Then, Delia, send your fears away,
Nor sink in gloomy care,
Though clouds o'erspread the scene to-day,
To-morrow may be fair.