IN slow procession o'er the gloomy plain,
See the sad father lead the wretched train,
Who now in solemn silence homeward turn,
And quit, reluctant quit, their HARRIET's urn.
But mark! tho' chang'd the spot, not chang'd the scene,
Nor yet their bosoms know a grief serene.
For lo! the sight of yonder dreary walls
lov'd idea and  grief recals.
Their grief may heaven in pity soon bid cease,
Soon may their tortur'd souls be hush'd to peace.
May heaven-born hope direct their streaming eyes
To those bless'd realms beyond the azure skies,
Where HARRIET's virtues meet a bright reward
From HEAVEN's ALMIGHTY AND ETERNAL LORD.