If Chance in distant Time’s revolving Year
Some kindred Spirit shall enquire thy Fate.
Haply some aged Vestal may reply,
“Oft have we seen Him ’ere Aurora’s Ray
“Had faintly ting’d with red the op’ning Sky
“Hasten to Church, and Join the Matin Lay.
“There at the Tomb where Eloisa lies,
“He’d read th’ Inscription: and her Fate condole,
“Then in his Breast, as scenes of Grief arise,
“Sigh the kind Requiem to her gentle soul.