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From Georgian Papers Programme Transcription Wiki
Yet were he dead whom I deplore, Tho' never to behold him more Must dreadful agonies impart; I were comparatively blest For then in death I had possest Hilario's heart. --
The mournful task had then been mine With trembling hands to dress the shrine Where freindship bade his ashes sleep; There Love, that wish'd not to forget With pensive soothing fond regret Had wak'd to weep. --
But he still lives tho' never more Shall my fond & ardent love explore What his expressive Eyes would tell; Ah never more shall I be prest With eager transport to his breast For guessing well. --
No more my throbbing heart rejoice As when that dear deluding voice Bade ev'ry pulse responsive move
