Poems (Sewell)/On the Death of Miss B.
ON THEDEATH OF MISS B - - - - - -
Permit, dear Shade! a stranger to intrude, And o'er thy Tomb to shed a virtuous tear,Who once.thy face, with admiration view'd, And saw the heav'nly virtues beaming there!Sure thy sweet Spirit took its early flight— Heav'n Snatch'd its Fav'rite from each weeping eye!Lest pleasures vain, shou'd blot its native white, Or folly bar its passage to the Sky!Then had lamenting Virtue heav'd a groan, Fair Innocence deplor'd, the change to see;Thy doating friends a sharper, grief had known, And tears that friendship sheds, had flow'd for thee.