University of Virginia Library

---

49

TO THE SAME,

ON ANOTHER ANNIVERSARY OF THE SAME DAY. WITH SOME TABLE FURNITURE OF CUT GLASS.

---

50

This Glass, o'er which the tool has gone,
Puts new, tho' native, radiance on;
And where a deeper touch it shews,
From pressure, into polish glows;
Till light in every angle plays,
Transmits more beams, reflects more blaze:

---

51

So toils, which resolute right procures,
Raise, by oppressing, minds like yours;
Bring powers inherent into sight;
Prove them at once, and make them bright;
While patience multiplies, of course,
Each effort's lustre, with it's force.

This Glass, in short, whatever end
It's future fortunes shall attend,
Useful till broken, and when broke,
Crush'd, not obscur'd, beneath the stroke,
Will to transparent fragments pass,
A shining, tho' a shiver'd, mass:
So You, whatever hour to come,
Shall close your active virtue's sum,
Clear to the last, at last will know,
Ev'n under dissolution's blow,
That death (where life was what life shou'd)
Is only ceasing to do good.

---

52

Then, sorrowing o'er a shock so rude,
Remembrance, Conscience, Gratitude,
Will treasure with religious care,
Each atom of a fame so fair:
“Such Sense,” 'twill say, “such genuine Taste,
“Such Spirit, by such Manners grac'd,
“Such bland Sensation's liberal glow,
“So frank with joy, so kind to woe,
“Tho' separate rays they now dispense,
“Form'd once, one general Excellence;
“In Bishop's Mary long display'd
“The Friend's, Wife's, Mother's praise;—and made,
“To honour'd age, from brilliant youth,
“Her Bard, at least, the Bard of Truth!”