While on my lonely couch I lie
I seldom feel myself aloone
For fancy fills my dream eye
with scenes and pleasures of its own
Then i may cherish at my breast
an infants form beloved and fair
May smile and soothe it into rest
with all a mothers fondest care
How sweet to fell it helpless from
Depending thus on me alone
and while i hold it safe and warm
what bliss to think its my own!!
and Glances then may meet my eyes
that daylight never showed to me
what raptures in my bosom rise
those earnest looks of love to see
TO fell my hand so kindly prest
To know myself beloved at last
T think my heart has found a rest
My life of solitude is past
But then to wake and find it flown
The dream of happiness destroyed
To find myself unloved, alone
What tongue can speak the dreary void?
A heart whwnce warm affections flow
Creator, thou hast given to me
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joy of love would be?
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