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They shew thee beauty's quick decay,
How transient is her brightest day;
Dear child! let virtue be thy guide,
Be modest worth thy only pride.

So shall thy years with peace be crown'd,
And each succeeding happier found;
And when, at length, thou'rt call'd away,
To realms of everlasting day,

Thy spirit with the pure and blest,
Shall live with God in endless rest;
Thus, dearest Thyrza, shall I see
All my fond prayers fulfill'd for thee.