Derived new joy from her soft, soothing pow’rs.
Can he upon the scenes look back unmoved,
When pious converse still the hours improved;
While fancy, led by hope, the theme pursued,
And future happiness in prospect view’d.
Fancy, where now are thy illusive dreams?
Faded thy visions bright, with golden gleams;
Friendship, thy hope’s, untimely fled away,
And this the last sad tribute we can pay.
Our loss demands—receives the mournful strain,