Epitaph for a Young Lady

EPITAPH FOR A YOUNG LADY

Youth, cheerfulness, and health, gave up their reign,
To all the bitterness of mortal pain.
Unshaken fortitude possess’d her mind,
And sense grew bright as beauty’s rose declined.
In vain kind sisters wept, and hid their fears;5
Vain the fond parents’ venerable tears!
God to himself, th’ unspotted victim drew:
She waits in heaven, ye good and just, for you!

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