That love, tho’ virtuous, may thy praise destroy,
That death’s dire dart may fix thy ruin sure,
And blast for ever all thy hopes of joy.
While this reflection dwells upon thy mind,
The wish truth dictates, sure thou wilt approve,
Long may thy heart its bliss in freedom find,
And dread the soft delusive pow’r of love.
ELEGIOGRAPHUS.
New-York, June 24, 1796.
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