Thy memory respect commands:
And though on earth thy lot was hard,
Thy shade th’ applauding lay demands.
To thee, the muses lov’d to bring,
The sweets of Poetry refin’d;
’Twas thine in humble strains to sing,
The mild effusions of thy mind.
Seduc’d by nature’s pleasing sway,
Her influence fashion’d ev’ry line—
Her beauties shone throughout thy lay,