Oh! Montague! before thy honour'd shade This humble tribute of the Muse be laid. In thee, respected Woman, were combin'd A feeling heart and cultivated mind: With virtuous precepts was thy converse fraught, Thy life confirm'd whate'er thy doctrines taught. If Charity thy theme — the well-fed Poor Evinc'd thy steady practice at the door: If Friendship's sacred joys thy tongue express'd, The wise and good thy ready zeal confess'd. Beneath thy skilful praise e'en Genius grew, And Shakespeare's beauties rose to better view; And if to write in Virtue's cause inclin'd, Opinions were but pictures of the mind: But tho' such merits sinful men approve, Thy hopes of bliss were in a Saviour's love! As stars in Heav'n, on earth thy virtues shone; And to their native Heav'n, as stars, are gone! Old Broad Street, Oct. 8, 1800.
