er die

    t well supply,

    try

    ith vain endeavour.

    A month she been dead,

    Yet cannot I by force be led

    to the wormy bed

    And ogether.

    A springy motion in ,

    A rising step, did indicate

    Of pride and joy no common rate,

    t flus:

    I kno by w name beside

    I s call: if t pride,

    It o t allied,

    S.

    s he Quaker rule,

    he human feeling cool;

    But sraind in Natures school;

    Nature  her.

    A waking eye, a prying mind;

    A  t stirs, is o bind;

    A  ye cannot blind;

    Ye could not er.

    My sprightly neighbour! gone before

    to t unkno shore,

    S meet, as ofore,

    Some summer morning;

    hy cheerful eyes a ray

    ruck a bliss upon the day,

    A bliss t  go away,

    A s forewarning?