'TIS thus -- and thus farewell to all Vain mortals do perfection call; To Beauty, Goodness, Modesty, Sweet temper, and true Piety. The rest an Angel's pen must tell; Long, long, beloved Dust, farewell. Those blessings which we highliest prize Are soonest ravish'd from our eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN EDGE by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK |