Time and fond sympathy her grief shall cure.
There she was pity’s mildest form,
Her heart with ev’ry virtue warm,
And well deserv’d affection’s tear,
The tender thought and sigh sincere;
I too her early fate deplore,
And mourn fair Virtue’s child no more:
In tender sympathy with thee I’ll join,
“Give tear for tear, and echo sighs to thine.”
The subject sad my early woes revives;