On The Death Of The Hon. Mrs. Frederick Irby

FROM all the ties of fond endearment torn,
In vain earth's bands th' immortal mind would hold;
Tho' flattering hope in youth's refulgent morn,
In smiles delusive cloudless days foretold.
High in superior circles born to shine,
Where every grace its influence might display,
As a bright star her virtues beam'd benign,
And charm'd to goodness by example's ray.
From fading dreams of fancied bliss below,
(Oh! may the thought affliction's sighs restrain)
She's early summon'd e'er she saw life's woe,
To where true joys thro' endless ages reign.