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TO THE MEMORY OF MISS SUSAN MOORE,[1] WRITTEN BY MY LATE WIFE.
Forgive the humble Muse that strives to raise
To thee, bless'd saint, her feeble voice of praise;
That dares attempt thy worth to sing,
Who now, with sister Cherubims
And Angels, to the Almighty King
Dost ceaseless chant forth heavenly hymns.
- ↑ Susan Moore, daughter of the late Dr. William Moore, died in 1814. She was a most lovely young creature; the delight of all who knew her. She suffered so much pain during her last illness, that, shortly before her death, she uttered the exclamation with which these lines conclude.
