From her Tiara—must we then deplore

Thy last farewell, to time’s immortal shore,

Must we oppressed with unavailing grief,

Seek, (where thou sought’st) but vainly seek relief,

From fair philosophy; alas! too true,

Oh wisdom’s pride, oh virtue’s child! adieu!

Not even age that checks fond fancy’s flight,

And whelms the genius in Lethean night,

Could to thy powers one envious barrier raise,

Or blast the laurel of thy well-earned praise;