Neatly she dress’d, nor vainly seem’d t’expect
Pity for grief, or pardon for neglect;
But when her wearied parents sunk to sleep,
She sought her place to meditate and weep:
Then to her mind was all the past display’d,
That faithful Memory brings to Sorrow’s aid;
For then she thought on one regretted Youth,
Her tender trust, and his unquestioned truth;
In ev’ry place she wander’d, where they’d been,
And sadly sacred held the parting scene;