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May they with love requite you gratefully
For all your tenderness bestow'd on me.
For all your tenderness bestow'd on me.
"And now, farewell—my life is fleeting fast,
Soon will the dreary vale of death be past;
And heaven's bright portals open to my view,
Beloved children, parents, friends, adieu!"
Soon will the dreary vale of death be past;
And heaven's bright portals open to my view,
Beloved children, parents, friends, adieu!"
STANZAS.
And thou art dead! and lowly laid
Within the silent grave?
The last sad rites to thee are paid,
Nor art, nor love, could save
From the insatiate hand of death.
The tyrant stopp'd thy gentle breath,
And vainly did I crave,
Within the silent grave?
The last sad rites to thee are paid,
Nor art, nor love, could save
From the insatiate hand of death.
The tyrant stopp'd thy gentle breath,
And vainly did I crave,
