Come meek ey'd resignation child of peace
With all thy mild and gentle virtue Come
Suppress these tears make ev'ry tumult cease
And gather Comforts from the mouldering tomb
Say that my Lucius lives beyond the skies
In climes of bliss where genial souls unite
Where no sad change can interrupt the Joys
That flow progressive from the source of light
And tho this day from all the world retir'd
Sacred to solitude I still devote
By no refractory thought my heart inspir'd
Would spurn the blessings of my destin'd lot
No let my soul with humble gratitude
Recount the grace that still my life attends
Nor shall one murmering whisper dare intrude
While I have left my children health and friends
While soft serenity celestial geust
Still deigns to chear me in this dark abode
And calm Contentment dwells within my breast
To smooth my passage thro lifes rugged road.
Yet sure tis wise to realize the hour
That soon must bring me to deaths shadowy vale
And on the wing of Contemplation Soar
To find that antidote which can not fail
And what so potent as a lovers tomb—
And what can preach so earnest as the grave—
The world shut out within my self at home—
All other preachers at a distance leave.—