The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

ELEGY
ON THE DEATH OF AN ONLY SON.

YES, he is gone, with every grace adorn'd;
The lovely babe shall charm all eyes no more:
In yonder hallow'd spot he lies inurn'd.
And leaves his hapless parents to deplore.
As drops beneath the dog-star's heat the rose:
As sinks the lily overcharg'd with rain:
Or withers when the cutting east wind blows,
That scatters ruin'd blooms o'er the plain.
So sunk the infant, sweet as vernal airs,
Ere favouring suns call'd forth his op'ning bloom:
The prison'd blossoms of his early years
Were early gather'd to adorn the tomb.
Short was his date; for, of celestial race,
High heav'n in pity claim'd the gift it gave,
And call'd him yet spotless to his native place,
Whilst we, weak mortals, sorrow o'er his grave:
There Spring's soft influence ever shall prevail.
And there the fairest flowers unbidden rise.
While the Sweet Cherub, heav'nly hosts shall hail
Him welcome, welcome, to his native skies.