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ON A YOUNG LADYWHO DIED IN A CONSUMPTION.
Scarce did the charms which nature threw around thee
Unfold their sweets in early life to bloom,
When wan disease in icy fetters bound thee,
And thou wert summon'd to the cheerless tomb.
Unfold their sweets in early life to bloom,
When wan disease in icy fetters bound thee,
And thou wert summon'd to the cheerless tomb.
Sweet flower of innocence, thy reign is o'er,
The chilly hand of death ties hard upon thee;
Thy lovely form shall please the eye no more,
But in thy virtues Memory shall mourn thee.
The chilly hand of death ties hard upon thee;
Thy lovely form shall please the eye no more,
But in thy virtues Memory shall mourn thee.
