WVA-Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready friend

Grief, thou hast lost an ever-ready Friend
Now that the cottage spinning-wheel is mute;
And Care--a Comforter that best could suit
Her froward mood, and softliest reprehend;
And Love--a Charmer's voice, that used to lend,
More efficaciously than aught that flows
From harp or lute, kind influence to compose
The throbbing pulse,--else troubled without end:
Ev'n Joy could tell, Joy craving truce and rest
From her own overflow, what power sedate
On those revolving motions did await
Assiduously, to soothe her aching breast;
And--to a point of just relief--abate
The mantling triumphs of a day too blest.