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SONNET XXXVII. On the Death of Miss J. M.

Young, fair, and good! ah why should young and fair
And good be huddled in untimely grave?
Must so sweet flower so brief a period have;
Just bloom and charm, then fade and disappear?
Yet our's the loss, who ill alas can spare
The bright example which thy virtues gave;
The guerdon thine, whom gracious Heav'n did save
From longer trial in this vale of care.
Rest then, sweet Saint, in peace and honor rest,
While our true tears bedew thy maiden herse;
Light lie the earth upon thy lovely breast;
And let a grateful heart with grief oppress'd
To thy dear memory consecrate this verse;
Though all too mean for who deserves the best.