IN this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, <br />How seldom art thou found--Tranquillity! <br />Unless 'tis when with mild and downcast eye <br />By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit <br />Of sleeping infants--watching the soft breath, <br />And bidding the sweet slumberers easy lie; <br />Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, <br />Where the poor languid sufferer--hopes to die. <br />Oh, beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! <br />I sure shall find thee in that heavenly scene <br />Where care and anguish shall their power resign; <br />Where hope alike, and vain regret shall cease, <br />And memory--lost in happiness serene, <br />Repeat no more--that misery has been mine!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xli-to-tranquility/
