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ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF BISHOP THOMAS,
WHILE AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS, IN KENT. |
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ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF BISHOP THOMAS, WHILE AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS, IN KENT.
And is thy meek and gentle spirit fled,Thou true disciple of thy heavenly Lord?
Then shall thy name be number'd with the dead
Who blazon in Roffensis' bright record.
Milder thy virtues—whence less high thy fame
On learning's register of mitred worth,
Than deep-read Pearce, or Atterbury claim;
Yet let me boast, if boasts be fit for earth,
I owe thee much. For lightly twin'd by thee,
My nuptial wreath with added sweetness blows
Each circling year, and still unfolds to me
“Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.”
For this, lost friend! hadst thou no other tie,
I must to life's dim close revere thy memory.
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