ON
THE
HUMAN
HEART
.
Say
,
for
you
know
,
ye
secret
springs
Which
guide
the
human
heart
,
Whence
comes
it
that
such
trivial
things
Give
mine
so
keen
a
smart
?
Mine
,
which
hath
known
such
real
woes
,
Such
real
ills
hath
borne
;
If
having
stood
such
weighty
blows
,
Why
by
a
touch
o'erthrown
?
Thus
have
I
seen
the
sturdy
oak
,
Which
hardly
deigns
to
bow
When
the
storm
rages
,
by
the
stroke
Of
the
sharp
axe
laid
low
.
The
bark
,
which
winds
and
waves
had
brav'd
On
many
a
hostile
coast
,
At
length
from
foreign
dangers
sav'd
,
In
it's
own
port
is
lost
.
If
from
a
friend
a
word
I
hear
,
Or
meet
a
look
unkind
,
Why
from
mine
eye
descends
the
tear
,
And
why
this
tortur'd
mind
?
And
why
will
those
we
love
thus
give
These
small
,
tho'
deadly
,
stings
?
How
fain
would
I
no
grief
receive
But
what
from
Nature
springs
!
Those
sorrows
may
I
learn
to
bear
,
And
humbly
kiss
the
rod
,
Thro'
faith
and
hope
cast
off
despair
,
And
give
my
soul
to
God
.