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