Has ceased its beating!—when the purple tide
Has curdled in my veins, that used t’ impart
Life, health, and vigor to me. Glorified
Then may my spirit be! But this beside
I wish, that those who’ve known and loved me here,
In lonely hours would sometimes turn aside,
O, not to weep beside my early bier,
But just to think of me as one to mem’ry dear.
XIX.
Sweet sister! thus thy friends remember thee;