Verses Written on her Death-Bed at Bath
Mary Monck
1677 to 1715
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Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
pleasing source of all my earthly joy:
Thou tend'rest husband, and thou best of friends,
To thee first, this last adieu I send.
At length conqu'ror death asserts his right,
And will for veil me from thy sight.
He wooes me him with a chearful grace;
And not one clouds his meagre face.
He promises a lasting from pain;
And shews that all life's fleeting are vain.
Th' eternal scenes of heav'n he in view,
And tells me that no other are true.
But love, fond love, would yet his pow'r;
Would fain awhile defer the parting hour:
He brings thy mourning image to my eyes,
And would obstruct my journey to the skies.
say, thou dearest, thou unwearied friend;
Say, should'st grieve to see my sorrows end?
Thou know'st painful pilgrimage I've past;
And should'st thou grieve rest is come at last?
Rather rejoice to me shake off life,
And die as I liv'd, thy faithful wife.