And gentle, as that life, thy fall;—
Rest honour’d, as belov’d by all!
Rest, while the parting Virtues bear
For heaven’s approof, thy record fair!
In yonder cloud that lowers above,
Darkening the cheerful face of Dove,
Their white plumes glimmer to the eye,
And radiant arms extend on high.
Yes, Holly-Bush![[85]]—endeared spot!
Forsaken long, but ne’er forgot!