O blest departed one!
Whose all of life, a rosy ray,
Blushed into dawn, and passed away.
2 Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had power
To stain thy cherub-soul and form,
Closed is the soft ephemeral flower
That never felt a storm!
The sunbeam’s smile, the zephyr’s breath,
All that it knew from birth to death.
3 Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained,