Come, Resignation! wipe the human tear,
Domestic anguish drops o'er Virtue's bier;
Bid selfish sorrow hush the fond complaint,
Nor, from the God she lov'd, detain the saint.
Truth, meekness, patience, honour'd shade! were thine;
And holy hope, and charity divine:
Tho' these thy forfeit being could not save
Thy faith subdued the terrors of the grave.
Oh! if thy living excellence could teach,
Death has a loftier emphasis of speech:
Let death thy strongest lesson then impart,
And write, prepare to die on every heart.
