ELEGY. Ann Batten Cristall Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126557 Cristall, Ann Batten. Poetical Sketches by Ann Batten Cristall. London Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church Yard 1795 pp. 151-153. [14],187,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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ELEGY . WANDER , my troubled soul , sigh 'mid the night thy pain , While from my cloud-hung brow stream showers of briny rain ; My spirit flies the earth , the darkest gloom pervades , Hovers around the dead , and mingles with the shades . O! friend of my breast ! thou'rt entomb'd within my heart , I still to thee alone my inmost thoughts impart ; Solac'd no more by thee , vain is the power of song , Sighs check each tuneful lay , and murmuring glide along . Thou wert unto my soul what the sun is to my sight , But thou art set in death , and I am lost in night ; All nature seems a void of element'ry strife , Where the soul is all cloud , and fraught with pain all life . When near thy faithful breast I heeded not the storm , Nor thought of wasting time , nor death's consuming worm ; Thy genius woke my thought , as oft we stray'd alone , And rais'd me to that heaven to which thou now art flown . Silent oft I mourn , sad wandering 'mid the gloom , Or on the sea-beat shore I weep my bitter doom ; To thee , among the bless'd , my feeble soul would soar , And 'mid the starry spheres th' Almighty Pow'r adore .