Oh, come to my paternal arms again.]
IN THE CHURCHYARD OF OLD ST. PANCRAS.
Miss Basnett, 1756, æt. 23.
Go, spotless honor and unsullied truth;
Go, smiling innocence, and blooming youth;
Go, female sweetness joined with manly sense;
Go, winning wit, that never gave offence;
Go, soft humanity, that blest the poor;
Go, saint-eyed patience, from affliction’s door
Go, modesty that never wore a frown;