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 In glowing hues to bid the landscape live, Or to the figure animation give; Oh! then, my pencil's tribute justly due, Sweet Gratitude shall consecrate to you.

 

! now farewell, thou sweet and gentle maid, Beside thy simple grave we oft shall mourn; And plant a willow where thy form is laid, And then with flowers the weeping tree adorn. Oft shall we sing thy melancholy tale, When all the shades of evening steal around; And oft assemble by the moonlight pale, To linger near the consecrated ground. And oh! if spirits e'er on earth descend, To hover o'er some chosen hallow'd spot; Around thy tomb shall airy bands attend, And humble villagers shall weep thy lot. Ah! fair departed maid, thy placid mind Was calm in sorrow, and to Heaven resign'd.