Semira. "TRANQUILLITY, celestial maid, " Why hast thou fled my troubled breast? "Vainly must I implore thine aid, " And only hope in death for rest? "I once was thy peculiar care, " In infancy, and early youth: "The victim now of blank Despair, " I see thy smiles were void of truth. "Only to sharpen Sorrow's dart, " Deceitful friend, you smil'd on me: "But, since you scorn my proffer'd heart, " That heart no more shall plead to thee. "But I'll invoke thee, gentle Death! " Thou, certain cure for every pain, "Shalt tell me at my latest breath, " Our sorrows as our joys are vain. "Come, then, kind soother of my woes, " Prepare for me the welcome grave: "On its cold lap I'll find repose, " Which living I can never have. " Thus mourn'd Semira, hapless fair, By Disappointment's stings opprest: The pitying Power receiv'd her prayer, And life forsook her woe-worn breast.