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Lo! where this silent marble weeps, / A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps; / A heart, within whose sacred cell / The peaceful virtues loved to dwell.
Affection warm, and faith sincere, / And soft humanity were there.
In agony, in death, resigned, / She felt the wound she left behind, / Her infant image here below / Sits smiling on a father's woe; / Whom what awaits, while yet he strays / Along the lonely vale of days?
A pang, to secret sorrow dear, / A sigh, an unavailing tear; / Till time shall every grief remove, / With life, with memory, and with love.