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# Page 186: Memorial Verse This is a running text page containing a commemorative poem titled "To the Memory of Margaret Tighe," dated June 7th, 1804, when she died at age 85. The verse celebrates her virtues—her tenderness, kindness, maternal care, hospitality, and piety—mourning her loss as a beloved parent and friend while asserting her peaceful passing to eternal rest. The poem's final lines shift focus to the living, suggesting the bereaved should mourn their own spiritual impoverishment rather than her blessed fate. This appears to be a sentimental memorial poem typical of Victorian periodical literature.
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186 YO THE MEMORY OF MARGARET TIGHE: Taken from us June 7th, 1804.— tat 85. eee SwEET, placid Spirit! blest, supremely blest, Whose life was tranquil, and whose end was rest ; *Tis not for thee our general tears shall flow, Our loss is selfish, selfish is our woe: We mourn a common parent, common friend, Centre, round whom thy children loved to bend : Where hands divided, met again to move | In one sweet circle of united love : We mourn the tender, sympathising heart So prompt to aid, and share the sufferer’s part ; The liberal hand, the kindly patient ear, Pity’s soft sigh, and ever ready tear ; The graceful form, yet lovely in decay, The peace inspiring eye’s benignant ray ; The lip of tenderness that soothed the sad, And loved to bid the innocent be glad ; The gently, softening, reconciling word, The ever cheerful, hospitable board : The unassuming wisdom, pious prayers, The still renewed, prolonged, maternal cares: All—all are lost '!—of thee, blest Saint, bereft, We mourn, to whom impoverished life is left: Mourn for ourselves ! Secure thy lot must be, With those who pure in heart their God shall see. y comichooks.com