O FLY thee from the shades of night, <br />Where the loud tempests yelling rise; <br />Where horrror wings her sullen flight <br />Beneath the bleak and lurid skies. <br /> <br />As the pale light'ning swiftly gleams <br />O'er the scorch'd wood, thy well-known form <br />More radiant than an angel seems, <br />Contending with the ruthless storm. <br /> <br />I see the scowling witch, DESPAIR <br />Drink the big tear that scalds thy cheek; <br />While thro' the dark and turbid air, <br />The screams of haggard ENVY break. <br /> <br />From the cold mountain's flinty steep, <br />I hear the dashing waters roar; <br />Ah! turn thee, turn thee, cease to weep, <br />Thou hast no reason to deplore. <br /> <br />See fell DESPAIR expiring fall, <br />See ENVY from thy glances start; <br />No more shall howling blasts appall, <br />Or with'ring grief corrode thy heart. <br /> <br />See FRIENDSHIP from her azure eye <br />Drops the fond balm for ev'ry pain <br />She comes, the offspring of the sky, <br />"TO RAZE THE TROUBLES OF THE brain."<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-to-him-who-complains/
