Though wealth were my portion, and splendor surround,
More empty ’twould seem while the loved was not found.
With him I’d be blest, though earth’s treasures were few,
And trouble should prove my affection more true.
Oft I imagine each member is here,
Those pledges of love and affection so dear,
I view the loved circle, but ah! there’s a space—
’Tis vacant, and nought can to me fill the place.
But those left behind, his dear image reveal,
Who only affection and sympathy feel;