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,
And taught the painter in his works to live,
