nations were such as noted the sorrow,
She felt for the poor that were heard in distress;
And used for to say, I'll assist them to morrow,
And try all my aid many cares to make less.

To England she's left an example for others,
Which I hope will be copied till time is no more;
May all foreign nations, regard us as brothers,
And a free commerce gladden old Albion's Shore.

_TO THE MEMORY_
OF AN
AFFECTIONATE PARENT.

My pen can not describe or tears convey,
The pains I felt when late I bade farewell;
I view'd in death's embrace a parent lay,
And heard the passing of the mournful bell.

Nine Month's disease its ravages had made.
E'er death reliev'd her from all sufferings here;
I saw the Sexton with his Iron spade,
Mark out the spot, and place the gloomy bier.

Affecting scene! while recollection last,
I'll trace the parting of our sad adieu;
Dwell on those scenes that are for ever past,
Tho' in my mind it troubles fresh renew

Just before death had wield the fatel blow,
That stops the power of utterance or sigh;
She with a voice angelic soft and low,
Cried, Lord! forgive me e'er my spirit fly.

Oft have I seen my virtuous parent stray,
O'er her lov'd garden pensive and forlorn;
To cull the flowers each succeeding day,
And view the beauties of a summer's morn.

Scarce did a flower adorn the spot around,
But her hand planted in its proper place;
No fonder lover of those sweets were found,
While she their beauties in her mind could trace.

Three days before her sufferings were o'er,
She craved assistance to her favourite spot;
And said my roses I shall see no more,
And when I'm absent they will be forgot.

But for her sake a faithful servant toil,
To free the flowers from 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 marked 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