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TO MRS.---

IN TEARS FOR THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.

1762.
So feeble Nature weeps o'er friendship's grave,
And mourns the rigour of that law she gave:
Yet, why not weep? When in that grave expire
All Pembroke's elegance, all Waldegrave's fire.
No more those eyes in soft effulgence move,
No more that bosom feels the spark of love.
O'er those pale cheeks the drooping graces mourn,
And Fancy tears her wild wreath o'er that urn.
There Hope at Heaven once cast a doubtful eye,
Content repin'd, and Patience stole a sigh.
Fair Friendship griev'd o'er ---'s sacred bier,
And Virtue wept, for ------ dropt a tear.