For the New-York Weekly Magazine.
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On the Death of a young Lady who fell a victim to the effects of Lightning.
Charm’d by the vocal notes of plumag’d birds,
Almyra to the grove one morn had stray’d:
Nor thought to sleep in death where lowing herds
And sportive lambs with pleasing freedom play’d.
Beneath a lofty tree, whose shades composed,
O’ercome by heat, Almyra sunk in sleep;