Verses, Written During the Indisposition of William Gresson, Esq

Hygeia, Queen of Physic's dome, In this afflicted hour, To sadly pensive Gresson come, With ev'ry lenient power.

Ah, Goddess! see his consort laid On Misery's tottering chair; Ah, see his virgin daughter shed Soft feelings pearly tear.

In dire pre-eminence of grief, The lead-wing'd hours they pass, Gone is sweet comforting relief, And how can sorrow cease?

If to receive fair Virtue's crown, He goes, freed from his pain; Ah, may he, like the setting sun, Go beautiful, serene!

Hear Friendship's ardent prayer, oh Heaven, And grant the humble boon, Ah, let his pristine health be giv'n, Nor take him in his noon.