Where her reposing fav'rite child is laid.

There widow'd fondness oft, when summers bloom.
Shall with thy infant pledge of love repair;
Oft shall they kneel beside thy mossy tomb,
And tears shall dew the flow'rs that blossom there.




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_Written upon a Watch-String_,

MADE AND PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR BY MISS ----.


Say, lovely Charlotte! will you let me prove
What diff'rent thoughts thy taste and beauty move?
This woven chain, which graceful skill displays,
Leads me to think of time, and heave a sigh;
But when on thee and on thy charms I gaze,
Time unremember'd moves, or seems to die.




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_Upon a Diamond Cross_,