Classic Poem

Not only good and kind
But strong and elevated was her mind;
A spirit that with noble pride
Could look superiour down
On Fortune's smile or frown;
That could without regret or pain
To Virtue's lowest duty sacrifice
Or Int'rest or Ambition's highest prize;
That injur'd or offended never try'd
Its dignity by vengeance to maintain,
But by magnanimous disdain;
A wit that temperately bright
With inoffensive light
All pleasing shone, nor ever past
The decent bounds that Wisdom's sober hand,
And sweet Benevolence's mild command,
And bashful Modesty, before it cast;
A prudence undeceiving, undeceiv'd,
That nor too little nor too much believ'd,
That scorn'd unjust Suspicion's coward fear,
And without weakness knew to be sincere!
Such Lucy was when in her fairest days,
Amidst th' acclaim of universal praise,
In life's and glory's fresheft bloom,
Death came remorseless on and sunk her to the tomb.