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May goodnes?, ■which thy heart did once enthrone, 

 Emit one ray to meliorate my own ! 

 And for thy sake, when time affliction calm, 

 Science shall please, and Poesy shall charm. 

 I turn my steps whence issued all my woes. 

 Where the dull courts monastic glooms impose ; 

 Thence fled a spirit whose unbounded scope 

 Surpass'd the fond creations e'en of hope. 



Along this path thy living step has fled. 

 Along this path they bore thee to the dead. 

 All that this languid eye can now survey 

 "Witness'd the vigour of thy fleeting day : 

 And witness'd all, as speaks this anguish'd tear. 

 The solemn progress of thy early bier. 



Sacred the walls that took thy parting breath, 

 Own'd thee in life, encompass'd thee in death ! 



Oh ! I can feel as felt the sorrowing friend 

 Who o'er thy corse in agony did bend ; 

 Dead as thyself to all the world inspires, 

 Paid the last rites mortality requires ; 

 Closed the dim eye that beam'd with mind before ; 

 Composed the icy limbs to move no more ! 



Some power the picture from my memory tear. 

 Or feeling will rush onward to despair. 



Immortal hopes ! come, lend your blest relief. 

 And raise the soul bowed down with mortal grief ; 

 Teach it to look for comfort in the skies : 

 Earth cannot give what Heaven's high will denies. 

 Cambridge, Nov. 1806. 



TO THE MEMORY OF H. K. WHITE. 



BY A LADY. 



If worth, if genius to the world are dear, 

 To Henry's shade devote no common tear. 

 His worth on no precarious tenure hung, 

 From genuine piety his virtues sprung : 

 If pure benevolence, if steady sense, 

 Can to the feeling heart delight dispense ; 

 If all the highest efforts of the mind. 

 Exalted, noble, elegant, refined, 

 Call for fond sympathy's heartfelt regret. 

 Ye sons of genius, pay the mournful debt : 



