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Notes.
Do I—within this narrow ground—
Do I thy grave behold!
Youth, beauty, fortune, noble birth,
To grace her steps combined;
To these—a rarer gift on earth—
Was joined a lovely mind.
Sad change! as emulous they strove
To gild her gay career;
Death—treacherous death her shroud had wove—
And laid her lifeless here.
Her parents—ah! my bleeding heart
The lab'ring verse denies;
An only child—their life's best part—
Torn—hurried from their eyes!
But see! triumphant o'er death's power,
Rapt in seraphic love,
She shines a star, who fell a flower,
In endless bliss above.
Fair spirit! bending o'er thy tomb,
I pay this tribute due;
Lost—sunk within this narrow room—
Maria!—oh!—adieu.
