William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

By Philemon

Oft we embrace our ills by discontent,
And give them bulk beyond what nature meant.
A parent, brother, friend deceased, to cry--
'He's dead indeed, but he was born to die'--
Such temperate grief is suited to the size
And burden of the loss; is just and wise.
But to exclaim, 'Ah! wherefore was I born,
Thus to be left forever thus forlorn?'
Who thus laments his loss invites distress,
And magnifies a woe that might be less,
Through dull despondence to his lot resign'd,
And leaving reason's remedy behind. 

1. Pairing Time Anticipated
2. Olney Hymn 47. The Hidden Life
3. See Where the Thames, the Purest Stream
4. Olney Hymn 42. Self-Acquaintance
5. Love Pure and Fervent

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