BUT say what form majestic now appears,
Oppress'd by sorrow and dissolv'd tears?
Her sighs, her groans, her wild distracted air,
All, all proclaim a wretched MOTHER's care.
Now o'er the yawning grave she wildly bends,
And now to heaven unnumber'd sighs she sends;
Whilst both her sons sad partners of her woe,
In silent grief their heartfelt sorrow shew.