Farewell! A Long Farewell! O Poverty, Affection'S Fondest Dream How Hast Thou Reft! But Though, On Thy Stern Brow No Trace Is Left Of Youthful Joys, That On The Cold Heart Die, With Thee A Sad Companionship I Seek, Content, If Poor; For Patient Wretchedness, Tearful, But Uncomplaining Of Distress, Who Turns To The Rude Storm Her Faded Cheek; And Piety, Who Never Told Her Wrong; And Calm Content, Whose Griefs No More Rebel; And Genius, Warbling Sweet, His Saddest Song, When Evening Listens To Some Village Knell, Long Banished From The World'S Insulting Throng; With Thee, And Thy Unfriended Children Dwell.