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Poems and Plays

by Mr. Jerningham. In Four Volumes ... The Ninth Edition

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LINES TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. DUFF.
  


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LINES TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. DUFF.

To this sad grave no common grief invites,
No stale display of sanctimonious rites;
Domestic virtues here, a drooping band,
Around the hallow'd spot despairing stand:
And here their lov'd departed mistress mourn,
From the fond youth of her affection torn:
Torn from gay life's short scene, in morning's bloom,
To feed the jaws of the relentless tomb.
Ah! when she fell beneath Death's tyrant pow'r,
The polish'd world then lost its beauteous flow'r:
In whose blest frame were happily combin'd,
The feeling bosom, and th' illumin'd mind:

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A spirit finely touch'd by Nature's hand,
Prompt to perform when Virtue gave command;
Prompt on Affliction's wound to pour relief,
And bind the bleeding artery of Grief.
Friendship exclaim'd, while bursting tears ran o'er,
‘My prime, my stedfast favourite, is no more.’
Affection, to the bosom still more dear,
Shrunk at th' event, and dropt her warmest tear;
Religion rais'd her sacred hand on high!
And said—‘see Innocence ascend the sky!’