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Rh Whose stately piles and arches yet display The venerable graces of decay: Thus round the withered trunk fresh shoots are seen To shade their parent with a cheerful green. More health, dear maid ! thy soothing presence brings Than purest skies, or salutary springs. That voice, those looks such healing virtues bear, Thy sweet reviving smiles might cheer despair; On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And bid hope blossom in the shades of death. Beauty, like thine, could never reach a charm So powerful to subdue, so sure to warm. On her loved child behold the mother gaze, In weakness pleased, and smiling through decays, And leaning on that breast her cares assuage;— How soft a pillow for declining age! For this, when that fair frame must feel decay,— Ye Fates protract it to a distant day,—