P164

ON
The DEATH of MISS GARDINER

Aged TWELVE. 1786

A late Florinda on her death-bed lay,
And felt compos'd her vital powers decay,
(No longer Science could the plant suftain
And kindred tears in showers fell in vain,
The Sun Meridian glimmer'd to her eye,
And panting breath announc'd her end was nigh)
She turn'd, and smiling ask'd "When shall I die?
"In realms above my long mourn'd mother join—
"See, see her arms stretch'd out to meet with mine."
Adieu, chafte Soul! with rapture take thy flight,
Quit thy dark mansion for eternal light,
For blifs eternal; whilft at heaven's gate
Thy Sifter Angels thy arrival wait,
Swift to conduct thee to thy Parent's breast;
For Heaven has heard, and granted thy request.

Given to me by his Lordship James Bozwell