Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face, <br />And bless this desolated Place. <br />O come! my sickly Couch attend, <br />And ease the Anguish of your Friend. <br />Thy Soul, with ev'ry Grace supply'd, <br />Thy gen'rous Soul, in Friendship try'd, <br />With Wit, and nervous Sense delights; <br />And steals away the tardy Nights. <br />Whilst others to Diversions fly, <br />You watch the Sleep--forsaken Eye: <br />To Thee was giv'n the won'drous Pow'r, <br />To gild the melancholy Hour, <br />To sooth the long--distracted Brain, <br />And conquer ev'n the Tyrant Pain.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mrs-s-written-in-my-sickness/
