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For JOHN THORNTON of Clapham, Esq. who died at Bath, November 7. 1791.
Know, solemn visitant of the remains
What seen brought every virtue into view.
Say not, ye busy! that your cares exclude
Success sooths vanity; but he remains
Not by the poet's verse, or sculptor's art,
And, as more known, is ever more endeared.
When time shall cease to run, and every bust
His first renowned, the patron of the poor.
Rev. Dr Martin.
Upon yon dial-stone
Behold the shade of time,
For ever circling on and on,
In silence more sublime
Than if the thunders of the spheres
Pealed forth its march to mortal ears.
Reveals a pre sence and a power
Felt and confessed by man;—
Woven by a hand unseen,
Upon that stone survey
A robe of dark-sepulchral green,
The fold of chill oblivion's pall,
That falleth with yon shadow's fall.
Stars have their vigils, seas awhile
Will sink to peaceful rest;
But round and round the shadow creeps
Of that which slumbers not-nor sleeps!
Effacing all that's fair
Hushing the voice of mirth Into the silence of despair
Around the lonesome hearth,And training ivy garlands green O'er the once gay and social scene.
In beauty fading fast,
Its silent trace appears,
And-where, a phantom of the past
Dim in the mist of
Gleams Tadmor o'er oblivion's waves,
Like wrecks above their ocean graves.—
Before the ceaseless shade
That round the world doth sail
Its towers and temples bow the head-
The festal halls grow hushed and cold,
Coeval with the sun
Its silent course began—
And one vast shadow circle all.
John Malcolm, Esq.
Where are you with whom in life I started,
Ye are dead, estranged from me, or parted,
Where art thou, in youth my friend and brother, Yea, in soul my friend and brother still ?
Heaven received thee, and on earth none other
Can the void in my lorn bosom fill.
Where is she, whose looks were love and gladness?
She is gone; and since that hour of sadness,
Where am I?-life's current faintly flowing,
A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humble for relief,
That I could never answer Nay :'
I had not power to ask his name,