IN vain my eye-lids seek repose
While midnight spreads her thickest gloom,
My heart, a stranger to repose,
Still bleeds o'er poor departed M OOME !
No gossip in my faithful heart
Shall ever occupy her room;
They live by flattery and by art,
But Truth and Nature dwelt with M OOME .
Her fate awakes my former woes,
And bids them all their force resume,
Those griefs which once I could repose
Upon the faithful breast of M OOME .
She clos'd my darling P ETER'S eyes,
When low I sunk, with grief o'ercome;
And sweet P ETRINA'S latest sighs
Were breath'd upon the knees of M OOME !
Could earnest vows, and pious cares,
The fading light of life relume,
True tears of love and fervent prayers
Had lengthen'd out the years of M OOME .
The mean abodes of Want and Pain,
Where none but Mercy loves to come,
Shunn'd by the haughty, rich, and vain,
Were still the chosen haunts of M OOME .
Where sickness pin'd with languid eye,
And poverty increas'd the gloom,
Disease and cheerless want would fly
Before the kindly aid of M OOME .
Her prayers and alms, and deeds of love,
Arose to heaven like sweet perfume,
And balmy comfort from above
Distill'd upon the heart of M OOME .
Whate'er she had she freely gave,
And nought in secret would consume;
No hermit in his lonely cave
Was e'er so self-deny'd as M OOME .
Though rude her phrase and harsh her stile,
Unused in learning's paths to roam,
Compassion's kind benignant smile
Was native eloquence to M OOME ,
And probity and useful toil,
And independence found a home,
Congenial in the hallow'd soil,
Beneath the humble roof of M OOME .
Though elegance and arts refin'd
Were strangers to her lowly dome,
The ardour of a noble mind
Gave power and dignity to M OOME .
Her dignity was worth and truth,
Whose power could proudest minds o'ercome,
And hopeless age and helpless youth
Took shelter in the shade of M OOME .
And well in decent garb she lov'd
To visit oft the sacred dome;
And thoughtless Charlotte well approv'd
The destin'd mantle wrought for M OOME .
Though Charlotte still forgetful prove,
The Muse in Fancy's airy loom
Has thus her simple texture wove,
To deck the cold remains of M OOME .
And when the mighty Angel's voice
Shall wake the dreadful trump of doom,
Blest infant spirits shall rejoice
To meet the generous soul of M OOME !
Kind Charity, with open hand,
Shall some angelic form assume,
And like her guardian Genius stand
To watch the long repose of M OOME .
Be mine, to bid around her grave
The ivy twine and roses bloom,
And from Oblivion's gulph to save
The name of much-lamented M OOME .
And while my humble wreath I hang
With reverence on her lowly tomb,
My heart still vibrates with the pang
That burst the liberal heart of M OOME !
While midnight spreads her thickest gloom,
My heart, a stranger to repose,
Still bleeds o'er poor departed M OOME !
No gossip in my faithful heart
Shall ever occupy her room;
They live by flattery and by art,
But Truth and Nature dwelt with M OOME .
Her fate awakes my former woes,
And bids them all their force resume,
Those griefs which once I could repose
Upon the faithful breast of M OOME .
She clos'd my darling P ETER'S eyes,
When low I sunk, with grief o'ercome;
And sweet P ETRINA'S latest sighs
Were breath'd upon the knees of M OOME !
Could earnest vows, and pious cares,
The fading light of life relume,
True tears of love and fervent prayers
Had lengthen'd out the years of M OOME .
The mean abodes of Want and Pain,
Where none but Mercy loves to come,
Shunn'd by the haughty, rich, and vain,
Were still the chosen haunts of M OOME .
Where sickness pin'd with languid eye,
And poverty increas'd the gloom,
Disease and cheerless want would fly
Before the kindly aid of M OOME .
Her prayers and alms, and deeds of love,
Arose to heaven like sweet perfume,
And balmy comfort from above
Distill'd upon the heart of M OOME .
Whate'er she had she freely gave,
And nought in secret would consume;
No hermit in his lonely cave
Was e'er so self-deny'd as M OOME .
Though rude her phrase and harsh her stile,
Unused in learning's paths to roam,
Compassion's kind benignant smile
Was native eloquence to M OOME ,
And probity and useful toil,
And independence found a home,
Congenial in the hallow'd soil,
Beneath the humble roof of M OOME .
Though elegance and arts refin'd
Were strangers to her lowly dome,
The ardour of a noble mind
Gave power and dignity to M OOME .
Her dignity was worth and truth,
Whose power could proudest minds o'ercome,
And hopeless age and helpless youth
Took shelter in the shade of M OOME .
And well in decent garb she lov'd
To visit oft the sacred dome;
And thoughtless Charlotte well approv'd
The destin'd mantle wrought for M OOME .
Though Charlotte still forgetful prove,
The Muse in Fancy's airy loom
Has thus her simple texture wove,
To deck the cold remains of M OOME .
And when the mighty Angel's voice
Shall wake the dreadful trump of doom,
Blest infant spirits shall rejoice
To meet the generous soul of M OOME !
Kind Charity, with open hand,
Shall some angelic form assume,
And like her guardian Genius stand
To watch the long repose of M OOME .
Be mine, to bid around her grave
The ivy twine and roses bloom,
And from Oblivion's gulph to save
The name of much-lamented M OOME .
And while my humble wreath I hang
With reverence on her lowly tomb,
My heart still vibrates with the pang
That burst the liberal heart of M OOME !