And sink into our native clay.
You mourn a tender parent’s fate.
Now summon’d to a future state;
Whose kind solicitude while here,
Prevented each corroding care.
Ah, mourn no more, my lovely friend,
Let grief no more your bosom rend;
Dry up your tears, suppress your sighs,
And seek a mansion in the skies.
The orphan’s parent be your guide,