elegy on the te iss bur of onboddo
life ne&039;er exulted rich a prize,
as bur, lovely fro her native skies;
nor envio death triuph&039;d a blow,
as that which id th&039; aoplish&039;d bur low
thy for and d, sweet aid, can i fet?
richest ore the brightest jewel set!
thee, high heaven above was truest shown,
as by his noblest work the godhead best is known
va ye funt sur&039;s pride, ye groves;
thou crystal strealet with thy flowery shore,
ye woodnd choir that chaunt your idle loves,
ye cease to char; eliza is no ore
ye healthy wastes, iix&039;d with reedy fens;
ye ossy streas, with sed and rhes stor&039;d:
ye rugd cliffs, o&039;erhangg dreary glens,
to you i fly—ye with y ul aord
prces, whose cub&039;ro pride was all their worth,
shall venal ys their popo exit hail,
and thou, sweet excellence! forsake our earth,
and not a e with honest grief bewail?
we saw thee she youth and beauty&039;s pride,
and virtue&039;s light, that beas beyond the spheres;
but, like the sun eclips&039;d at orng tide,
thou left darklg a world of tears
the parent&039;s heart that nestled fond thee,
that heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;
deckt the woodbe sweet yon ad tree;
, fro it ravish&039;d, leaves it bleak and bare
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