Oh! ever loving, lovely, and beloved!

How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,

And clings to thoughts now better far removed!

But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last.[ge]

All thou couldst have of mine, stern Death! thou hast;

The Parent, Friend, and now the more than Friend:

Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast,[201]

And grief with grief continuing still to blend,

Hath snatched the little joy that Life had yet to lend.