WHO HAD LABOURED UNDER A CANCER.

Stranger , these dear remains contain'd a mind
As infants guileless, and as angels kind.
Ripening for Heav'n, by pains and sufferings tried,
To pain superior, and unknown to pride.
Calm and serene beneath affliction's rod,
Because she gave her willing heart to God!
Because she trusted in her Saviour's pow'r,
Hence firm and fearless in the dying hour!
No venal muse this faithful picture draws,
Blest saint! desert like yours extorts applause.
Oh! let a weeping friend discharge his due,
His debt to worth, to excellence, and you!