Thou know’st a painful pilgrimage I’ve past;
And should’st thou grieve that rest is come at last?
Rather rejoice to see me shake off life,
And die as I have liv’d, thy faithful wife.
ELIZABETH (SINGER) ROWE
1674-1737
53. From Her Elegy on Her Husband, who died Young
Lost in despair, distracted and forlorn,
The lover I, and tender husband mourn.
Whate’er to such superior worth was due,