This benefactress is no more!
And though my eyes no light bestow
They’ll long with tears her loss deplore!
“Yet still where’er my footsteps bend,
My helpless state has found a friend.
“How sweet the pity of the good!
How grateful is their praise!
How every sorrow is subdued,
When they applaud my lays!
“The illustrious patrons I have found,