While hopeless

While hopeless I wander and sigh in despair,

Yet, e'en in my anguish some comfort I find;

Tho' remov'd, ah! how far from the smiles of the fair!

Her mem'ry alone can give ease to my mind.

Why then should I pine and give way to my woe?

Tho' Fortune at present seems rather to frown;

She may smile, and her heart a compassion may know,

And thus with success all my wishes may crown.