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ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS[1].
Est tamen quiete, et pure, et eleganter actae aetatis,
placida ac lenis senectus.
Cicero de Senect.
'T is past: dear venerable shade, farewell!
Thy blameless life thy peaceful death shall tell.
Clear to the last thy setting orb has run;
Pure, bright, and healthy like a frosty sun:
And late old age with hand indulgent shed
Its mildest winter on thy favoured head.
For Heaven prolonged her life to spread its praise,
And blessed her with a patriarch's length of days.
The truest praise was hers, a cheerful heart,
Prone to enjoy, and ready to impart.
- ↑ The Author's Grandmother.
