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Where, rising from the shady wood,
Ascends your sister's bright abode.
Fair tow'rs, to mem'ry ever dear,
How desolate they now appear!
No more, dear mansion! can'st thou boast
The happy guest, the courteous host;
Thy noble master leaves thy halls,
To go where sacred duty calls;
And with lain goes the lovely dame,
Who shares his virtues and his fame;
No more is blooming Charlotte there,
In youthful beauty beaming fair;
No more the cherub infant train,
With fairy steps, trip o'er the plain;
Nor dearest John his sports pursues,
Unmindful of the morning dews!
Ascends your sister's bright abode.
Fair tow'rs, to mem'ry ever dear,
How desolate they now appear!
No more, dear mansion! can'st thou boast
The happy guest, the courteous host;
Thy noble master leaves thy halls,
To go where sacred duty calls;
And with lain goes the lovely dame,
Who shares his virtues and his fame;
No more is blooming Charlotte there,
In youthful beauty beaming fair;
No more the cherub infant train,
With fairy steps, trip o'er the plain;
Nor dearest John his sports pursues,
Unmindful of the morning dews!
Rememb'rest thou, dear Mary, say,
The pleasures of that autumn day,
The pleasures of that autumn day,
