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ON THE DEATH OF THE HON. MISS RYDER, AFTER A SHORT ILLNESS.

1801.
If manners mild with mirth combined,
If truth adorns a female mind,
And fond domestic love,
Sweet maid, adieu! the farewell tear,
Which friendship pays thine early bier,
Shall every saint approve.
For not the brightest fairest rays,
Which beauty's slippery form displays,
So reason can enthrall,
As the chaste heart, devoid of pride,
The smile to gentle joys allied,
When harmless pleasures call.

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Thy name amidst the circle gay,
Who in life's idle sunshine play,
Shall soon be heard no more;
But those, who loved thy gentle form,
Whose hearts can prize each social charm,
Will long thy loss deplore.
Friendship, when many a winter's blast
Shall o'er thy mouldering tomb have pass'd,
Will still thine image view;
Still will the mind, which draws to light
Each fleeting scene of past delight,
The tender thought renew.
Sweet maid, farewell! thy smiling face
The mournful friend no more shall trace
Amidst the moving crowd;
But oft the bitter hour recall,
Which saw thee in life's springtime fall,
And wrapp'd thy fatal shroud.