Epitaphs. Imitation of Bishop Lowth's Epitaph on His Daughter

Farewell, my dearest child, farewell!
Wise, pious, good, beyond thy years I
Thy ravish'd excellence I feel
Bereaved— dissolved in softest tears.
But soon, if worthy of the grace,
I shall again behold thee nigh,
Again my dearest child embrace:
"Haste to my arms, Maria, fly!
"To a fond father's ai-ms return,"

I then in ecstasies shall say,
"No more to part, no more to mourn,
But sing through one eternal day!"