Lamentation

( Death loud alarms, we feel the shock ; Parents, no doubt you feel the dart ; The place that once your daughter knew ; While you reflect the sore distress ; Brethren and sisters, see the rod ; Your sister now entomb'd doth lay ; She had a tasted for things divine ; She scarce was heard e'er to coplain ; Her sickness baffled all the skill ; But now we hope she is at rest ; Millions of years may roll away )

... Written on the occasion of the death of Judith Brock. ...