ON THE DEATH OF A ONLY SON Here drooping by thy lifeless side Pensive, retir’d, with grief o’erborne Those winning smiles that angel form Lovely in death my darling pride, Corruption’s greedy train shall waste Thee, the long weeping Muse shall mourn. The mouldering dust the feasting worm. Farewell thou dearest in my heart, By night my eyes the search repeat Whom neither tears nor prayers could save” Sad to the glittering skies they roll Tis death’s redoubled pain to part, Tell me, I say the happy fate And leave such beauty in the grave. Say where resides the blissful soul. Strong was thy wisdom wondrous child That day shall bring thee to my sight Active and bright its early ray Thy presence shall my joys restore Thy temper grateful, winning mild, Fill me thou thought with vast delight And love rul’d all the smiling day. When death shall never part us more.