And shall the hapless Muse, whose plaintive song Can touch the heart with Pity's softest pow'r, Lose the fair honours that so well belong To her sweet strains on Sorrow's fav'rite Flow'r?
No — TIME shall ne'er annul her rightful claim, Nor rob that Flow'r of its poetic bloom; Secur'd from Spoilers, by protecting FAME, It decks, in native beauty, CHARLOTTE'S tomb. T.
