NYMPH of the rock! whose dauntless spirit braves <br />The beating storm, and bitter winds that howl <br />Round thy cold breast; and hear'st the bursting waves <br />And the deep thunder with unshaken soul; <br />Oh come!--and show how vain the cares that press <br />On my weak bosom--and how little worth <br />Is the false fleeting meteor, Happiness, <br />That still misleads the wanderers of the earth! <br />Strengthen'd by thee, this heart shall cease to melt <br />O'er ills that poor humanity must bear; <br />Nor friends estranged, or ties dissolved be felt <br />To leave regret, and fruitless anguish there: <br />And when at length it heaves its latest sigh, <br />Thou and mild Hope shall teach me how to die.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxv-to-fortitude/
