er die
t well supply,
try
ith vain endeavour.
A month she been dead,
Yet cannot I by force be led
to the wormy bed
And ogether.
A springy motion in ,
A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate,
t flus:
I kno by w name beside
I s call: if t pride,
It o t allied,
S.
s he Quaker rule,
he human feeling cool;
But sraind in Natures school;
Nature her.
A waking eye, a prying mind;
A t stirs, is o bind;
A ye cannot blind;
Ye could not er.
My sprightly neighbour! gone before
to t unkno shore,
S meet, as ofore,
Some summer morning;
hy cheerful eyes a ray
ruck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss t go away,
A s forewarning?