With sympathy she heard their tale,
And brought the comforts nigh;
But most of all, would never fail
To lead their thoughts on high.

The orphan's innocence would melt
Her feeling heart to tears;
And even those defil'd with guilt
Had int'rest in her pray'rs.

Her active mind, with wisdom stor'd,

Beheld the widow's grief,

And form'd such plans as might afford

The destitute relief.

She's gone, who fill'd th' admiring eye,

And gain'd the throbbing heart:

The daughter of Philanthropy

Was summon'd to depart.

But she has left a light behind,

To gild the waste of woe, And lead the efforts of mankind New blessings to bestow.

Printed by A. Macintosh, 20, Great New Street.

THE END.

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