Epitaph on Lord Hugh Seymore

P ARTED once — the Fair and Brave
Meet again — but in their grave —
She was Nature's brightest flower,
Struck before its drooping hour.
He was Britain's Naval pride;
Young — but old in fame , he died —
Of domestic bliss depriv'd,
Still for Britain he surviv'd: —
Love — but with a Patriot's tear,
Mourns, and consecrates them here.
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