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IMITATION OF BISHOP LOWTH'S EPITAPH ON HIS DAUGHTER.

Farewell, my dearest child, farewell!
Wise, pious, good, beyond thy years!
Thy ravish'd excellence I feel
Bereaved—dissolved in softest tears.
But soon, if worthy of the grace,
I shall again behold thee nigh,
Again my dearest child embrace:
“Haste to my arms, Maria, fly!
“To a fond father's arms return,”
I then in ecstasies shall say,
“No more to part, no more to mourn,
But sing through one eternal day!”