Lines, On The Death Of The Rev. Mr. B.

(SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY MISS B***, HIS SISTER.) At God's command the vital spirit fled, And thou, my Brother! slumber'st with the dead. Alas! how art thou changed! I scarcely dare To gaze on thee;—dread sight! death, death is there. How does thy loss o'erwhelm my heart with grief! But tears, kind nature's tears afford relief. Reluctant, sad, I take my last farewell:— Thy virtues in my mind shall ever dwell; Thy tender friendship felt so long for me, Thy frankness, truth, thy generosity, Thy tuneful tongue's persuasive eloquence, Thy science, learning, taste, wit, common sense, Thy patriot love of genuine liberty, Thy heart o'erflowing with philanthropy; And chiefly will I strive henceforth to feel Thy firm religious faith and pious zeal, Enlighten'd, liberal, free from bigotry, And, that prime excellence, thy charity. Farewell!—for ever?—no! forbid it, Heaven! A glorious promise is to Christians given; Though parted in this world of sin and pain, On high, my Brother! we shall meet again.