Yon aged matron now to view appears, One thought alone her anguish'd bosom cheers; For while on vacancy she bends her eye, She sees her children angels in the sky! Juliana! Edwin! beauteous Mary too! To yon bright realm from earthly suffering flew; Well tried in fortune's ever changing scene, A mourner now with calm resigned mien, Who bears a name to every patriot dear, Nelson! who long Virginia shall revere, Ah, see! submissive to the direful stroke, No murmurs from her pallid lips have broke; Though lov'd Maria, long her age's stay, Whose duteous care watch'd o'er her setting day, The awful mandate bade, alas, depart! "Lean not on earth--'twill pierce thee to the heart;" Yet must our sorrows stain the mournful bier, When virtue lost demand the flowing tear! And youthful Mary shares Maria's fate, Her gentle cousin and endearing mate; For hand in hand they mount the ethereal way, To brighter regions and unclouded day. Great God! whose fiat gives the general doom, Speaks into life, or lays within the tomb, Oh! teach our hearts submissive to resign; Thy will be done--be much obedience mine. And lo! advancing from the deepest shade, A generous youth sustains a sainted maid; Down his pale cheeks the gushing tears o'erflow, And fancy's ear attends the plaint of woe. Oh, much lov'd Conyers! lov'd so long in vain, Could but my death thy fleeting soul retain, Far happier I, than doom'd, alas! to prove The bitter pangs of unrequited love; My constant heart disdains on earth to stay, While thou art borne to native realms away-- Nor at my hapless fate can I repine, Since bless'd in death to call thee ever mine! Oh, gallant youth! Oh, all accomplish'd maid! At your sad shrine shall votive rites be paid; There oft at eve shall pensive lovers stray, And future Petrarchs pour the plaintive lay; For, ah! behold a faithful wedded pair, Blest _too_ in death, an equal fate to share! In their sad breasts no _selfish_ fears arise, _Each_ for the other _feels_--_each_ in the _other dies!_ Yon man of woes, oh! mark his furrowed cheek; What deep-drawn sighs his misery bespeak: 'Tis Gallego! Each bosom comfort flown, In the dark vale of years he walks alone. And now amid the victim train appears A friend of worth, approv'd through twenty years; Just, wise, and good, true to his country's cause, He from opposing parties gain'd applause: From life and usefulness forever torn, Virginia long for Venable shall mourn; And for her chief, lamented Smith, shall share His orphan's grief, his wretched widow's care. Nutall--a man obscure, of humble name, Virtuous, industrious, tho' unknown to fame, Escap'd in safety--heard his wife's sad cries! "Safe tho' we are, alas! my daughter dies!" He heard, nor paus'd, but dar'd again the fire, Resolv'd to save or in the attempt expire; Oh! noble daring--worthy to succeed--