Start not, nor tremble at the Sight of this; br It comes not written from the Realms of Bliss: br 'Tis true, you see, your once--lov'd Roydon's Hand; br Thence may conclude from Heav'n some high Command; br Conscious perhaps of your celestial Frame, br You think you're call'd to Worlds from whence you came. br Not so--but ere her Soul began its Flight, br She thought of you, and staid a--while to write; br Kindly for me her dying Suit address'd: br Then view it, Madam, as her last Request.