VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MR. AIK MAN, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. As those we love decay, we die in part, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, O D E. I. TELL me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled? To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead? II. Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam, And sometimes share thy lover's woe; Where, void of thee, his cheerless home Can now, alas! no comfort know? III. Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While, under ev'ry well-known tree, I to thy fancy'd shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee; IV. Should then the weary eye of grief, In slumber find a short relief, Oh visit thou my soothing dream! EPITAPH ON MISS STANLEY. HERE, STANLEY! rest, escap'd this mortal strife, Fierce pangs no more thy lively beauties stain, No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief, Lights thy sick eye, to cheat a parent's grief; 42 UHT With tender art, to save her anxious groan, No more thy bosom presses down its own: ΠΟΣ O born to bloom, then sink beneath the storm; To show us artless Reason's moral reign, Th' obedient passions knowing each their parti ceild dil Yes, we must follow soon, will glad obey, 1 |