Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a len…

To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

No one can endure his own solitude.