But I! Unhappy! quite o'ercome with Care,
Dejected with Surprize, and wild Despair,
In speechless Sorrow, languish'd at her Feet,
'Till thus the rais'd me with a kind Regret:
“For Heav'n sake (cried she) leave me now alone!
“For Heav'n sake (dear Eliza ceafe to moan!
“Unkindly, now, you wish my longer Stay;
“Oh! why will you, my welcome Flight delay?
“Then, smiling, bid me grieve no more,
“Nor grudge her happy State,
“Since Death alone, can Joys restore
“Beyond the Pow'r of Fate.
“Why should we seek Physicians Aid,
“To lengthen out our Pain?
“This Debt of Nature must be paid,
“To me, their Help is vain.
“No, dearest Friend, I feel Death's fatal Pow'r!
“And ev'ry Word draws on my latest Hour;
“Then cease these Tears, oh spare that cruel Sigh!
But kindly wast me with your Prayers, and let me calmly die.
Good God!Such Anguish did these Words impart,
Such chilling Terrors pierc'd my throbbing Heart,
As can't be more acute, when Soul and Body part.
Scarce could I think my better Genius fled;
Scarce could believe my Eyes, that saw her dead:
Such lively Graces did her Features keep,
She seem'd not as departed, but a-sleep.
So dying Infants gently sink to Death:
Like them she liv'd; like them resign'd her Breath.