_garden_, at St. Catherine's Hermitage, near Bath."

_At the Lady's Head is a beautiful Monument, with the following
Inscription_:

What tho' no sacred earth afford thee room,
Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb,
Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be drest,
And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast.
Here shall the morn her earliest tears bestow--
Here the first roses of the year shall blow;
While angels with their silver wings o'ershade
The ground now sacred by thy reliques made.

_At her Feet_:

Reader, if YOUTH should sparkle in thine eye--
If on thy cheek the flow'r of beauty blows,
Here shed a tear, and heave the pensive sigh
Where BEAUTY, YOUTH, and INNOCENCE repose.

Doth wit adorn thy mind?--doth science pour
It's ripen'd bounties on thy vernal year?
Behold! where Death has cropp'd the plenteous store--
And heave the sigh, and shed the pensive tear.

Does Music's dulcet notes dwell on thy tongue?
And do _thy_ fingers sweep the sounding lyre?
Behold! where low she lies, who sweetly sung
The melting strains a cherub might inspire.