O pass not on—if merit claim a tear,
Or dying virtue cause a sigh sincere.
Here rest their heads, consign’d to parent earth,
Who to one common father ow’d their birth;
Unknown this union—Nature still presides,
And Sympathy unites, whom Fate divides.
They see—they love—but heav’n their passion tries,
Their love sustains it, but their MORTAL dies.
Stranger! contemplate well before you part,
And take this serious counsel to thy heart: