“ In her's, I lived o'er every joy again; Lived o'er the charms that beam'd upon her face, Where Hope and Love revived their smiling train. Night o'er the scene her blackest veil has spread; And Death's pale hand a tenfold horrour shed. ”
“ In her's, I lived o'er every joy again; Lived o'er the charms that beam'd upon her face, Where Hope and Love revived their smiling train. Night o'er the scene her blackest veil has spread; And Death's pale hand a tenfold horrour shed. ”