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LINES ON MRS. GRAHAM'S DECEASE.
The thoughtful habits of her soul
From early youth, to good old age,
And is that form to move no more,
She's gone! who fill'd th' admiring eye,
But she has left a light behind
Occasioned by viewing the Portrait of the late Mrs. ISABELLA GRAHAM, which is prefixed to her life.
WHILST in this faded form I trace,
The features which I lov'd so well,
For I have seen that darken'd eye,
In all the fire of genius roll,
The secret workings of the soul.
And I have seen this pallid cheek
Suffus'd with feeling's richest glow;
With sacred charms these locks of snow.
And on these lips in silence clos'd,
And I have known this wither'd hand
With generous schemes to aid distress.
And now, though far remov'd from earth,
Shall many a drooping neart sustain.
Still shall it dry the widow's tear*
The hapless orphan's want supply,
And point to happier realms on high.
My Father's friend!-How poor the praise,
* By the manner in which the funds arising from the sale of the work are to be appropriated.