ON THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE. William Mason 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. T116245 1122 K093079.001 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. I. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 p. 196. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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ON THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE . BY THE SAME . TAKE , holy earth , all that my soul holds dear ; Take that best gift which heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form ; she bow'd to taste the wave Mrs. Mason died at Bristol Wells , while drinking a glass of the waters . , And died . Does Youth , does Beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm ? Speak , dead Maria , breathe a strain divine , Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have power to charm . Bid them be chaste , be innocent like thee ; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move ; And if so fair , from vanity so free , So firm in friendship , and so fond in love ; Tell them , tho' 'tis an awful thing to die , ( 'Twas ev'n to thee ) yet the dread path once trod , Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high , And bids the pure in heart behold their God .