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