VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH of Mr. AIK MAN, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. A S those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is fever'd from the heart; Till loofen'd life, at laft, but breathing clay, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, O D E. I. TELL me, thou foul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled; To what delightful world above, II. Or doft thou, free, at pleasure, roam, III. Oh! if thou hover'ft round my walk, IV. 1 Should then the weary eye of grief, In flumber find a fhort relief, Oh vifit thou my foothing dream! EPITAPH HE ON MISS STANLEY. ERE, STANLEY, reft, efcap'd this mortal strife, O born to bloom, then fink beneath the storm; Yes, we must follow foon, will glad obey, |