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 Do I—within this narrow ground— Do I thy grave behold!

Youth, beauty, fortune, noble birth, To grace her steps combined; To these—a rarer gift on earth— Was joined a lovely mind.

Sad change! as emulous they strove To gild her gay career; Death—treacherous death her shroud had wove— And laid her lifeless here.

Her parents—ah! my bleeding heart The lab'ring verse denies; An only child—their life's best part— Torn—hurried from their eyes!

But see! triumphant o'er death's power, Rapt in seraphic love, She shines a star, who fell a flower, In endless bliss above.

Fair spirit! bending o'er thy tomb, I pay this tribute due; Lost—sunk within this narrow room— Maria!—oh!—adieu.