Gertrude Aston Thimelby

“ On some calme streame bestowes his brightest ray.
But death inform'd us that the goale was wonne
Before the race did seeme to us begunne.
It were a sin to wish her here againe;
But pardon if I say that all the paine
For such a losse, belongs not so to you
But we may challenge equall portions too.
We rivall not, but thus our title prove,
Though yours by nature, she was ours by love. ”