OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF GEORGE KENDAL, Who was drowned upon his birth-day, and the day he had been bound apprentice. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [104]-105. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF GEORGE KENDAL , Who was drowned upon his birth-day , and the day he had been bound apprentice . " Ah ! only shewn to check our fond pursuits , " And teach our humbled hopes that life is vain ! " SWEET youth farewell ! the day that gave thee birth , Again unites thee to thy parent earth ; That day , to busy cares devoted thee , That day , was crown'd with rest and liberty . Soft be the slumbers of thy lowly bed , And lightly lie the turf upon thy head ; While from thy cold remains with mournful eye , The muse collects the sweets which shall not die , Pensive and sad she leaves her joyless bowers , To strew thy early tomb with choicest flowers . Tho' from thy cheek death pluck'd the blushing rose , Thy rising virtues still its sweets disclose : And oft as Flora paints the purple year , Shall recollection trace thy emblem there . When hopeful youth , or worth like thine shall fall , The thoughts of thee for added tears shall call . Our kindest wishes were in error sown , Infinite wisdom gave thee joys unknown . Fain would our languid spirits wing their way , To hail thee in the realms of radiant day . This warning lesson read ye gay and young , Who thoughtless flutter in life's giddy throng . Of health , of youth possest , still frail your breath , For many are the hidden roads to death . Thus o'er the dust we love we fondly mourn , And wait the voice that bids our dust return . Loosen'd from earth , would reach yon upper sky , By " faith , man's early immortality . " Thro' these afflictions push with vigour on , Shoot the dark gulph , and seize a heavenly crown .