Ye’ll not deny she had a poet’s face!
For ye could often see the teardrop start,
And many a proof of high wrought feeling trace
In every delicate feature’s changefulness.
If early she had not been call’d to die,
She might have found an enviable place,
Amid that throng who’ve gain’d distinction high
By clothing burning thoughts in sweetest poetry.
IX.
My fellow man, despise not poetry!