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science.
Nor dare she bid the rankling vapour blow
To blight one leaf that shadows Harriet's brow!
Yet fear not mortals, to approach too near
The sacred shrine—for gentleness is there!
Oh! when at length the scatter'd virtues mourn,
That fate has reft them of their fav'rite bourn,
When that bright spirit sojourns in the skies,
And when the mortal form in silence lies;
Still Fame shall tell the world in honest pride,
That Harriet liv'd,—and weep that Harriet died!
To blight one leaf that shadows Harriet's brow!
Yet fear not mortals, to approach too near
The sacred shrine—for gentleness is there!
Oh! when at length the scatter'd virtues mourn,
That fate has reft them of their fav'rite bourn,
When that bright spirit sojourns in the skies,
And when the mortal form in silence lies;
Still Fame shall tell the world in honest pride,
That Harriet liv'd,—and weep that Harriet died!
