Dearest Love! When Thy God Shall Recall Thee, Be This Record Inscribed On Thy Tomb: Truth, And Gratitude, Well May Applaud Thee, And All Thy Past Virtues Relume. It Shall Tell--To Thy Sex'S Proud Honour, Of Sufferings And Trials Severe, While Still, Through Protracted Affliction, Not A Murmur Escaped; But The Tear Of Resignment To Heaven'S High Dictates, 'Twas Thine, Like A Martyr, To Shed: That Heart--All Affection For Others-- For Thyself, Uncomplainingly, Bled. Midst The Storms, Which Misfortune Had Gather'D, What An Angel Thou Wert Unto Me; In That Hour, When All Friendship Seem'D Sever'D, Thou Didst Bloom Like The Ever-Green Tree! All Was Gloom; And In Vain Had I Striven, For Hope Ceased A Ray To Impart; When Thou Cam'St, Like A Meteor From Heaven, And Gave Peace To My Desolate Heart!