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IN MEMORY OF THE LATE Mrs. DOBSON, OF EXETER.

If meekness, by affection rais'd, inspire
The bloom of beauty with a softer fire;
If quick sincerity the emotion dart,
That on the lustrous brow displays the heart;
Entranc'd the magic harmony we see—
Ah! Dobson, such as beam'd divine in thee!
And was it his, who knew to prize them most,
To mourn those dear attractions early lost;
Trembling, observe intelligence less warm,
Though sweetly-mild, illume thy faded form;
Survey thy meekness languishing in death,
And catch sincerity's fast-faultering breath?
Yet though he wore each look that anguish wears,
And bath'd thy pillow with unceasing tears;
Though he was doom'd to see thy blushes fly,
View thy pale lip, and mark thy clouded eye;
Hail with fond passion its reviving rays,
And on the last quick sparkle wildly gaze;

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Yet could he see, from holy regions brought,
The conscious smile, that spoke thy placid thought.
Yet could he see, where death's cold languor stole,
The cherub Faith, that plum'd thy soaring soul;
Yet, sooth'd by visions, Faith can only give,
See, as the Wife expir'd, the Christian live!
P.