Transporting thought! here let me wipe away
The falling tear, and wake a bolder lay;
But ah! afresh the swimming eye o'erflows —
Nor check the tear that streams for human woes.
Lo! o'er her dust, in speechless anguish, bend
The hopeless Parent, Husband, Brother, Friend! —
How vain the hope of Man! — But cease thy strain,
Nor Sorrow's dread solemnity prophane;
Mix'd with yon drooping mourners, o'er her bier
In silence shed the sympathetic tear.