Classic Poem

Whate'er all-giving Nature cou'd impart,
Whate'er or charm'd the eye, or warm'd the heart;
Beauty, by candid Virtue still approv'd,
Virtue, by Beauty render'd most belov'd;
Whate'er kind Friendship, or endearing Truth,
For blest old age had treasur'd up in youth;
What blest old age, in its last calm adieu,
Might with applause and conscious joy review,
Reposes here, to wake in endless bliss,
Too early ravish'd from a world like this!
Where fair examples strike, but not inspire
To imitate the virtues all admire;
Yet listen, virgins! to this saving strain,
If she has liv'd — let her not die in vain!