TOMB OF JOSlCriUM . 2G7
With all her charms and all her wrongs,
Beneath this turf doth rest, Where fondly spring two clasping hands,
To guard her pulseless breast.
Say, did his love, who ruled her heart,
This fair memorial rear, And soothe the unrequited shade
With late, remorseful tear ?
Came he, with sweet funereal flowers
To deck her couch of gloom, And like repentant Athens bless
The guiltless martyr s tomb ?
No ! cold Ambition s selfish soul,
With rash and ingrate tone, Abjured the gentle hand that paved
His pathway to a throne :
While Fortune s star indignant paled,
And hid its guiding ray, As madly from his side he thrust
That changeless friend away.
Yet she to her secluded cell
No vengeful passion bore, Nor harshly blamed his broken vows,
Who sought her smile no more ;
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