Citation - Independent Chronicle: 1781.10.18

IC.781.026
18 Oct 1781:23 (14/686)
[Verse following obituary of Miss Mary Greene.]
"She drops a smile,--my weeping friends she cries,
What mean the tears that trickle from your eyes?
O! my lov'd parents, could I but reveal
The vast unutterable bliss I feel,
The glorious vision would your souls inspire,
And warm your bosoms with celestial fire.
Then cease the unavailing flood to pour,
The curtain soon will drop, your griefs be o'er,
And we shall meet again, to part no more."