Susan, A Kind Providence
By Frederick Locker-Lampson
He dropt a tear on Susan's bier,
He seem'd a most despairing swain;
But bluer sky brought newer tie,
And, would he wish her back again?
The moments fly, and when we die,
Will Philly Thistletop complain?
She'll cry and sigh, and, dry her eye,
And let herself be woo'd again.