POEMS.
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To meet his corse, ye Kindred Shades, arise,
Shades of the Good, the Glorious, and the Wise,
For He was glorious, wise, and good, like You!
Give place, ye Kings, and paу him reverence due:
Nor plead superior power, nor loftier birth;
His deeds are greatness, and He ranks from worth.
Shades of the Good, the Glorious, and the Wise,
For He was glorious, wise, and good, like You!
Give place, ye Kings, and paу him reverence due:
Nor plead superior power, nor loftier birth;
His deeds are greatness, and He ranks from worth.
Oh! sad strange moment! when that awful word
Soul-felt, soul-rending "Dust to Dust!" was heard,
How stood the blood congealed in every vein!
How Memory wrung the heart, and fired the brain!
Oft as these walls have heard the solemn sound,
And oft as tears have dewed that hallowed ground,
From nobler eyes a tribute more sincere
Ne'er flowed, oh! Fox, than flowed to bathe thy bier!
There princely Devon laboured to restrain
His bursting grief, but laboured still in vain.
In sorrow dignified there Moira stood,
Moira, the brave, the generous, and the good.
There Howick's heart was torn by many a sigh,
And soft affection dimmed his burning eye,
Soul-felt, soul-rending "Dust to Dust!" was heard,
How stood the blood congealed in every vein!
How Memory wrung the heart, and fired the brain!
Oft as these walls have heard the solemn sound,
And oft as tears have dewed that hallowed ground,
From nobler eyes a tribute more sincere
Ne'er flowed, oh! Fox, than flowed to bathe thy bier!
There princely Devon laboured to restrain
His bursting grief, but laboured still in vain.
In sorrow dignified there Moira stood,
Moira, the brave, the generous, and the good.
There Howick's heart was torn by many a sigh,
And soft affection dimmed his burning eye,
