Classic Poem

Elegy on the Death of a Young Lady, An

Stay, passenger! this stone demands thy tears!
Here lies a parent's hope , of tender years!
Our sorrows now ! — But late our joy and praise!
Lost in the mild aurora of her days!
What virtues might have grac'd her fuller day!
But, ah! the charm, just shown, and snatch'd away!
Friendship, love, nature, all reclaim in vain!
Heav'n, when it wills, resumes its gifts again!EnglishShort Poems