you go, some Actions still we hear,
Which make the Goodness of your Mind appear.
early saw those Seeds of Worth,
In your fair Breast, which now shoot nobly forth;
Foresaw the Hopes you gave, matur'd by Time,
And griev'd to yield you to a happier Clime.
Tho' to the Height of all your Wishes bless'd,
Yet still your Sighs can rise for the Distress'd:
So young, so good! , 'tis thy Fate,
To be admir'd, and lov'd in ev'ry State.