On The Death Of Mrs. Bosanquet

FATE'S messenger the cup of joy o'erwhelms,
Where beam'd benevolence and social love;
Recalls a native of superior realms,
Lent as a short-lived blessing from above.
Ye friends in sorrow o'er her bier reclin'd,
Ye orphans, who in pensive sighs deplore,
She, whose example form'd the filial mind
To purest virtue, lives on earth no more.
To brighter scenes ye mourners turn your eyes,
Let Angel Hope suppress Affliction's tear;
Her sainted spirit, lo! from yonder skies,
Still beams with smiles on all her soul held dear.
While here your steps her sacred path pursue,
And bow'd to heav'n's high will your hearts adore,
Think on the hour when bursting on the view,
Her form shall bless your sight to fade no more.