CASTALIAN FOUNT,
A FRAGMENT.
The following beautiful lines were written on the death of a young lady in Pennsylvania, whose dissolution was occasioned by her mistaking a poisonous mineral for the flower of sulphur, and swallowing a spoonfull:
THUS, o'er the tomb of what ſhe held moſt dear,
The weeping muſe no common ſorrow pours;
No common anguiſh prompts the falling tear—
No common virtues thoſe ſhe now deplores.
Dear hapleſs girl, was there no ſaving power?
Where was your guardian angel—where your friend?
Could nought prevent the fatal deſtin'd hour?
Nor pitying Heaven would hear or ſuccour lend.
Then, if nor Heaven would hear—nor friends could ſave,
Be ſtill, my heart, nor breathe another ſigh;
Drop the laſt tear upon her early grave,
And let it teach you—that the beſt muſt die.