On Mrs. Hepburn
Stay, passenger; this stone demands thy tear;
Here rest the hopes of many a tender year:
Our sorrow now——so late our joy and praise!
Lost in the mild Aurora of her days.
What Virtues might have grac'd her fuller day!
‘But ah! the charm just shown and snatch'd away.
Friendship, Love, Nature, all reclaim in vain;
Heav'n, when it wills, resumes its gifts again.
Here rest the hopes of many a tender year:
Our sorrow now——so late our joy and praise!
Lost in the mild Aurora of her days.
What Virtues might have grac'd her fuller day!
‘But ah! the charm just shown and snatch'd away.
Friendship, Love, Nature, all reclaim in vain;
Heav'n, when it wills, resumes its gifts again.
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