Enhanc’d our pleasure, and our care did claim.
What words can paint the horrors of my breast,
While briefly I the tragic scene disclose?
Pale death our darling infant did arrest,
One direful night when sunk in soft repose.
No tender guardian mark’d his latest sigh;
No cordial did his quiv’ring lips receive;
So have I seen a flow’r of fairest die,
Bud in the morn, and fade before ’twas eve.
Amanda view’d the change with wild surprise;