On seeing a Youth Affectionately Welcomed by a Sister

       &nbspI too a sister had! too cruel Death!

       &nbsp       &nbspHow sad Remembrance bids my bosom heave!

       &nbspTranquil her soul, as sleeping Infant's breath;

       &nbsp       &nbspMeek were her manners as a vernal Eve.

       &nbspKnowledge, that frequent lifts the bloated mind,

       &nbsp       &nbspGave her the treasure of a lowly breast,

       &nbspAnd Wit to venom'd Malice oft assign'd,

       &nbsp       &nbspDwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest.

       &nbspCease, busy Memory! cease to urge the dart;

       &nbsp       &nbspNor on my soul her love to me impress!

       &nbspFor oh I mourn in anguish—and my heart

       &nbsp       &nbspFeels the keen pang, th' unutterable distress.

Yet wherefore grieve I that her sorrows cease,

For Life was misery, and the Grave is Peace!