rom weeds from morn till night;
Or bring fresh water to the thirsty soil,
To that lov'd spot that gave her oft delight.

Anticipation to the panting heart,
Convey'd the dread decree of fate's ordain;
To say she must from earthly scenes depart,
And not to them for ever turn again,

Meekness thro' life had mark'd her for her care,
While resignation claim'd her for her own;
Sometimes her mind wou'd cheerful still appear,
And strive to stifle pain's afflicting groan.

Oh God! she cried, thy mercy let me crave,
Till life's short span is taken quite away;
Then may I rest at peace within the grave,
To wait thy summons for the awful day.

Scarce had religion brought sweet hope, to aid
The virtuous victim in the pangs of death;
When soft a guardian angel gently said,
You'll dwell with me when time extinguish breath.

A few short struggles and the scene was o'er,
Death with his victim flew above the skies;
I shall thro' life her absence oft deplore,
Till recollection from my memory flies.

The humble cottagers their Mistress bore,
To her cold home each face bedew'd with tears;
She to her mansion to return no more,
For death has silenc'd all her hopes and fears.

Oh! had you seen my good and worthy sire,
In sorrow's garment his last duty pay;
To her whose virtues did esteem acquire,
Or ease the troubles of a luckless day.

Two sorrowing sons increas'd the gloomy day,
Who will while life remain her loss deplore;
Till recollection from them fade away,
Or erring mortals here do sin no more.

Each little mourner drop'd affection's tear,
When dust on dust the coffin hid from view;
Their youthful sighs denoted their despair,
When they of Grandma' bid a long adieu.

THOUGHTS ON PASSING THROUGH
A
CHURCH-YARD.

I've pac'd the sacred yard, oh death! thy sting,
Expunge from earth the beggar and the king;
A marble monument, a stone foretell,
The characters below, here acted well:
Each grave a warning give, and yet we see,
Few strive to gain a bless'd eternity:
Kindred and neighbours with departing sigh,
Cry, write o'er me, 'remember all must die!'
Can we these warnings with indifferance view,
And still a life of guilt and sin pursue.
So frail our natures that at times we pray,
At church at morn, yet sin the after day;
Much shall we tremble, when the trumpet