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Rh To watch and weep beide a parent's bed, Catch the faint voice, and raie the languid head, What mixt delight each feeling heart mut warm! An angel's office uits an angel's form. Thus the tall column graceful rears its head To prop ome mould'ring tower with mos o'erpread, Whoe tately piles and arches yet diplay The venerable graces of decay: Thus round the wither'd trunk freh hoots are een To hade their parents with a cheerful green. More health, dear maid! thy oothing preence brings Than puret kies, or alutary prings. That voice, thoe looks uch healings virtues bear, Thy weet reviving miles might cheer depair; On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And bid hope bloom in the hades of death. Beauty, like thine, could never reach a charm So powerful to ubdue, o ure to warm. On