On some VERSES written by the Rev. Tho . B IRCH , A. M. upon his Wife's Coffin, printed with the late Mrs R OWE 's Poems .

Thy Love's last Debt, these Funeral Lays,
Sad Office of thy widow'd Youth,
Divide our Choice, which most to praise,
The Poet's Art, or Husband's Truth.

Griev'd Orpheus ' Tale is Fiction all,
Whose Songs revers'd his Consort's Doom,
Or Strains like thine wou'd sure recall
Thy dearer Partner from the Tomb.

O! once resume th' abandon'd Lyre:
In milder Notes thy Art employ;
The Muse, whom Sadness could inspire,
May well attempt the Theme of Joy .

Smile — — of Cleora still possest — —
Her Name thy Verse from Death shall save;
Still lives her Image in thy Breast:
And Souls can love beyond the Grave.