Chear

Piping down the valleys wild /Piping songs of pleasant glee / On a cloud I saw a child. / And he laughing said to me: / "Pipe a song about a Lamb!" / So I piped with merry chear.

He chears the fearful, and commends the bold, / And makes deſpairers hope for good ſucceſs.

WHo ever ſaw a noble ſight, / That never view’d a brave Sea Fight: / Hang up your bloody Colours in the Aire, / Up with your Fights and your Nettings prepare, / Your Merry Mates chear, with a luſty bold ſpright, / Now each Man his brindice, and then to the Fight, […]

He opens all the Magazins above, / Of boundleſs Goodneſs and Eternal Love, / From theſe rich Stores of Heav’n, theſe ſacred Springs / Of everlaſting Joy and Peace, he brings / Ambroſial Food, and rich Nectarean Wine, / Which chear pure Souls, and nouriſh Life Divine.

The youth ruſh eager to the ſylvan war; / Swarm o’er the lawns, the foreſt walks ſurround, / Rowze the fleet hart, and chear the opening hound.

And ſtill their long Reſearches met in This, / This Truth of Truths, which nothing can refel: / “From Virtue’s Fount the pureſt Joys out-well, / “Sweet Rills of Thought that chear the conſcious Soul;[…]”

The Baroneſs de Roſenheim renewed her exertions to chear the ſpirits of her dejected daughter, as in the great gothic hall, where they uſually eat, they took their melancholy ſupper.