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Too soon for us it sought its native sky, 



And soared impervious to the mortal eye ; 



Like some clear planet, shadow'd from our sight. 



Leaving behind long tracks of lucid light : 



So shall thy bright example fire each youth 



With love of virtue, piety, and truth. 



Long o'er thy loss shall grateful Granta mourn, 



And bid her sons revere thy favour 'd urn. 



When thy loved flower " Spring's -vactory makes known, 



The primrose pale shall bloom for thee alone: 



Around thy urn the rosemary well spread, 



Whose " tender fragrance" — emblem of the dead — 



Shall " teach the maid whose bloom no longer lives,'* 



That "virtue every perish'd grace survives." 



Farewell ! sweet Moralist ; heart-sick'ning grief 



Tells me in duty's paths to seek relief, 



With surer aim on faith's strong pinions rise. 



And seek hope's vanish'd anchor in the skies, 



"j'et still on thee shall fond remembrance dwell, 



And to the world thy worth delight to tell ; 



Though well I feel unworthy Thee the lays 



That to thy memory weeping Friendship pays. 



STANZAS, 

 Supposed to have been written at the Grave ofH, K. While. 



BY A LADY, 

 I. 



Ye gentlest gales ! oh, hither waft, 



On airy undulating sweeps, 

 Your frequent sighs, so passing soft, 



Where he, the youthful Poet, sleeps I 

 He breathed the purest, tenderest sigh, 

 The sigh of sensibility. 



II. 

 And thou shalt lie, his fav'rite flower. 



Pale Primrose, on his grave reclined: 

 Sweet emblem of his fleeting hour. 



And of his pure, his spotless mind ! 

 Like thee, he sprung in lowly vale ; 

 And felt, like thee, the trying gale. 



