On the Death of Lady Mary, and her Sister, Lady Julia Collyer
As two fair flow'rets, of congenial worth,
Drop from the parent stem to silent earth!
Thus, the fair C OLLYER 's in their early bloom,
Sink, cold and lifeless, to the senseless tomb!—
Yet Charity shall there her off'rings bring,
The sweetest flow'rets of the breathing spring!
There filial Piety, with watchings pale,
Shall meekly tell the world her artless tale,
And Christian Hope, to deck the mournful scene,
Shall plant her bright, and beauteous evergreen!
She speaks of comfort! oh! may this impart
A soothing lesson to the mourner's heart!
Tho' Virtue seems to fade to mortal eyes,
Her charms shall bloom, transplanted to the skies!
Drop from the parent stem to silent earth!
Thus, the fair C OLLYER 's in their early bloom,
Sink, cold and lifeless, to the senseless tomb!—
Yet Charity shall there her off'rings bring,
The sweetest flow'rets of the breathing spring!
There filial Piety, with watchings pale,
Shall meekly tell the world her artless tale,
And Christian Hope, to deck the mournful scene,
Shall plant her bright, and beauteous evergreen!
She speaks of comfort! oh! may this impart
A soothing lesson to the mourner's heart!
Tho' Virtue seems to fade to mortal eyes,
Her charms shall bloom, transplanted to the skies!
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