Classic Poem

" Fallen on evil tongues, and evil times,
Pursued by prosecution's vengeful hand;
Tho' not against the laws of God my crimes,
Cheerless, I wander in a foreign land.

Far from domestic scenes of joy and love,
Away from home's endearing circle torn;...
Yet do I live, increasing ills to prove;
Yet do I live, dear A NNE ! thy death to mourn.

O ye, that love nobility of soul!
The generous temper, guileless, open, free,
And charity unknowing of controul,
O ye, that honour virtue, weep with me!

My A NNE was ever gentle, ever kind,
The friend of sorrow; she dispel'd the fears,
And rais'd to hope the sad desponding mind;
And dried, of suffering poverty, the tears.

O ye, that woo the sacred muses, haste!
To mourn her bring your choicest notes along:
For she distinguish'd with discerning taste
" The various beauties of immortal song. "

Let those who reverence true religion, mourn
A bright example lost, of rarest worth;
From husband...children...best lov'd inmates torn...
Mourn " noon-tide excellence, " consigned to earth.

O ye connexions dear, in woe supreme,
Ye, who a parent, wife, and friend deplore;
Forgive the muse's sympathetic theme,
Who weeps with you...'tis all that's in her power.

Sweet consolation comes alone from heaven,
Patience, and faith, and hope, a cherub choir;
And meek-eyed resignation, kindly given,
Peace, fortitude, and comfort, to inspire.

On you, supreme in woe! these downward bend,
Their gracious aspect, and with these I see
The disembodied spirit of our friend,
Of angel nature now, from matter free.

The empire of your souls to these resign,
For they alleviate woe, if not remove;
O may their soothing power be yours and mine,
Till we shall join those lost on earth...above!