She, who late wished that Leonard might return,
Has ceased to languish, and forgot to mourn;
To the same high empyreal mansion come,
She joins her spouse and smiles upon the tomb:
And thus I hear her from the realms above:
"Lo this the kingdom of celestial love!
"Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,
"How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss!
"Amidst unuttered pleasures whilst I play
"In the fair sunshine of celestial day,
"As far as grief affects a happy soul,
"So far doth grief my better mind control,
"To see on earth my aged parents mourn,
"And secret wish for T———l to return:
"Let brighter scenes your evening hours employ:
"Converse with heaven, and taste the promised joy."
NIOBE IN DISTRESS FOR HER CHILDREN
SLAIN BY APOLLO.
From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book 6th, and from a view of the
Painting of Mr. Richard Wilson.
Apollo's wrath, to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innumerous, tuneful goddess sing!
Thou who didst first the ideal pencil give,