Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart

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Title:     Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart
Author: Thomas Gent [More Titles by Gent]

Ye fates! who sternly point on sorrow's chart
The line of pain a wretch must still pursue,
To end the struggles of a bleeding heart,
And grace the triumph misery owes to you
How poor your pow'r!--where fortitude, serene,
But smiling views the glimmering taper shine;
Time soon shall dim, and close the wearied scene,
Bestowing solace e'en on woes like mine.
Ah! stop your course--too long I've felt your chain,
Too long the feeble influence of its pow'r;
The heir of grief may fall in love with pain,
And worst-misfortune feel the tranquil hour.
Hail, fortitude! blest friend life's ills to brave,
All misery boasts, shall wither in the grave!

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Thomas Gent's poem: Ye Fates! Who Sternly Point On Sorrow's Chart

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