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STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.
Aspers'd by Malice and unmanly rage,
Disgraceful stamp on this flagitious age,
In conscious innocence secur'd from blame,
She sigh'd—but only sigh'd o'er Britain's Shame;
She saw her Children throng their early Tomb,
Disease slow wasting fade her Glosters' Bloom,
She saw—but Death appear'd a friendly Guest,
His arrow pointing to the realms of rest!
Calmly she views him, dauntless and resign'd,
Yet drops one tear for those she leaves behind.
Disgraceful stamp on this flagitious age,
In conscious innocence secur'd from blame,
She sigh'd—but only sigh'd o'er Britain's Shame;
She saw her Children throng their early Tomb,
Disease slow wasting fade her Glosters' Bloom,
She saw—but Death appear'd a friendly Guest,
His arrow pointing to the realms of rest!
Calmly she views him, dauntless and resign'd,
Yet drops one tear for those she leaves behind.
Warm from the Heart these honest numbers flow,
Which honour, truth, and gratitude bestow.
Which honour, truth, and gratitude bestow.
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