On Mrs. Trowers Death

How few, alas! on earth possess
The love that Angels guide and bless!
The gentle sweetness, charm, and grace,
Which the mind's beauty lends the face!
With such a consecrated air
The parting smile could soothe despair,
Till Faith, whose wings to Heaven can soar,
Points at the gem that fades no more.
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