Repays the charity with barb ingrate,
And whelms the soother in the kindred fate.
Three misty suns in beamless grief arose,
And glimmer'd, Russel, on thy mortal woes!
The fourth beheld th' eternal angel nigh,
As Friendship, speechless, watch'd thy fading eye.
While throbs convulsive thy strain'd vitals wrung,
One only murmur trembl'd on thy tongue,
One sov'reign accent rack'd thy parting frame—
The reading sounds that form'd Maria's name!