Classic Poem

Who died in a Week after being delivered of the Sixth Child.

What eye forbids a tear, what heart a sigh?
Fly some auspicious angel, quickly fly!
The stroke too poignant is for man to bear,
If some celestial comfort be not there.
How anxiously the lov'd E USEBIUS stands,
To Heav'n in pray'r lifts up his ardent hands,
That when the trying period shall arrive,
The dear A MATA be preserv'd alive.
At length the hour advances, Heav'n seems kind,
And lo! a lovely infant soon we find;
The dear maternal friend bids fair for life,
The fond E USEBIUS views his lovely wife,
The living mother of a living child,
And all the husband all the father smil'd;
Joy fills his heart, love sparkles in his eyes,
And each foreboding thought before him dies.
His grateful heart ascends in praise to Heav'n,
Whose goodness had this double blessing giv'n;
Each friend congratulates the happy pair,
And wishes in their mutual joy to share.
Life smiles on all, no trouble seems t'annoy,
But Ah! sad change — How transient is the joy!
Each heart where gladness fat — beneath the stroke

Sinks to despair, and all its comfort's broke,
Her face, which yielded pleasure and delight,
At once turns pale, and solemn as the night;
Gloom spreads around, her sun withdraws his rays,
And sets in the meridian of her days,
She meekly yields, sinks from the fondest arms,
She dies! — and with her die a thousand charms;
Earth seem'd unworthy of her longer stay,
And Heav'n receiv'd her to celestial day;
There she beholds the glories of her L ORD ,
And all her virtues meet a full reward.