OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MRS. MIRIAM GILLISON. 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. [117]-118. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MRS. MIRIAM GILLISON . AS those we dearly love resign their breath , Living we taste the bitterness of death , And while life hovers o'er the languid frame , Plead the strong tie to fan th' expiring flame ; Reluctant to the tomb their clay we trust , And moisten with our tears the silent dust ; Chain'd to this earth our weak ideas lie , Nor trace the spirit to its native sky . Much honor'd shade forgive this falling tear , The selfish sorrow that could wish thee here , From every mortal care securely free , Thou ne'er shalt feel what now is felt for thee . Death fixed his seal and stamp'd thy virtues true , Thy life's fair page the faithful Muse would view , And there religion spread a pleasing charm ; Pure as its precepts as its prospects warm ; There soft compassion met the tale of grief , And ere 'twas ask'd , bestow'd the wish'd relief ; How lov'd how valu'd in each social tye , Witness the falling tear , the heart-felt sigh : Thus lov'd , thus mourn'd , our comforts pass away , Till death discloses a celestial day .