Classic Poem

Born in those days, when Charity revived,
And from the Champion of the Church derived,
We claim a portion in the HOUSE of GRACE
For her, whose relicts shall adorn the place:
For her, who cherish'd with a mother's care,
And fill'd the Orphan's mouth with praise and pray'r.
Form'd for these deeds she bore her fruit above ,
And left no issue to connubial love.
Yet was the noble matron well sustain'd,
And true politeness served, where prudence reign'd.
She check'd all thoughts in which the tempter lurks,
By keeping Fancy busied on her works —
A taste for hist'ry with a gen'rous aim,
And strict attention to her country's fame —
A skill in picture, genius in design,
'Twas nature copy'd nature line for line.
Such were her merits, when her faith was tried,
And to attain diviner things, she died —
Amen. — The paths of life so justly trod,
Bespeak the welcome due, thro' CHRIST, from GOD