English poem
To the Memory of a Fair Young Lady
by Anonymous
When black with shades this mourning vault appears, And the relenting marble flows with tears; Think then what griefs a parent's bosom wound, Whose fatal loss enrich'd this hallow'd ground.
Strow lilies here, and myrtle wreaths prepare, To crown the fading triumphs of the fair: Here blooming youth and charming beauties lie, Till Earth resigns them to their native sky; Like china laid for ages to refine, And make her body, like the soul, divine.
Unmingled may the fragrant-dust remain, No common earth the sacred sweets prophane; But let her urn preserve its virgin store, Chaste and unsully'd as she liv'd before!
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