ON LAURA's GRAVE. Anonymous 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 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 288-289. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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ON LAURA's GRAVE . BENEATH yon flowery turf , the fairest head , E'er slept on Earth's cold bosom , lies asleep . O Earth ! enwrap her soft ; and o'er her dust Let every Grace and every Virtue weep . The Morn , as o'er the misty plain she treads , Shall sprinkle on the sod her pearly tears , And o'er her grave shall Eve delight to muse , While airy dirges sooth her listening ears . Oft the blue nightly taper's studious flame Shall weeping Fancy leave , and thro' the gloom Steal a sad visitant to pour her plaints , And bend her pensive head o'er LAURA's tomb . Here shall she see , the same due rites to pay , With silent pace , in sable weeds array'd , Eye-streaming Sorrow , and deep-sighing Love , With trailing torch , advance along the shade , The Muses come , and scatter wreaths around , Weav'd by the fingers of the infant Year ; Remembrance comes , and hence departing loth , Oft turns the wishful look , and drops a tear .