TO
MR
*****
Unus'd
to
every
soothing
sound
,
Inur'd
to
every
sorrow
;
To
day
you
vainly
bind
the
wound
That
bleeds
afresh
to-morrow
.
The
world
beholds
with
careless
eye
,
And
much
I
scorn
their
pity
;
Unseen
,
to
heave
the
bursting
sigh
,
I
leave
the
crowded
city
.
And
dost
thou
ask
my
falt'ring
tongue
,
To
tell
a
tale
of
woe
?
The
griefs
my
youthful
breast
have
wrung
Oh
!
may'st
thou
never
know
!
Long
have
I
bore
an
orphan's
name
,
And
shar'd
an
orphan's
fate
;
Few
friends
I
have
,
or
dare
to
claim
,
Such
is
my
helpless
state
.
The
simple
dictates
of
my
heart
To
public
view
they
force
;
Not
pride
,
but
pain
does
this
impart
;
It
is
my
last
resource
.