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EPITAPHS.
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ON THOMAS POLWHELE, Esq; LATE OF POLWHELE, BY THE REVEREND J. B. C. OF GLYNN.
Let adulation pour the venal strainO'er the proud ashes of the great and vain:
Whilst gratitude, with rude unfeigned lays,
Shall haste, Polwhele, to speak thy juster praise;
And piety, in tears of joy, shall tell
How firm the Christian stood, how calm he fell!
J. B. C.
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ON TWO CHILDREN OF R. POLWHELE, BURIED IN THE SAME GRAVE,
1789.
Ah, babes! could heaven in mercy give
Your forms to mortal eye,
But a few moments doom'd to live—
Just shewn on earth, to die?
Your forms to mortal eye,
But a few moments doom'd to live—
Just shewn on earth, to die?
Weak man! the vain enquiry cease,
Why heaven hath call'd them hence:
Pure from the world, they died in peace—
They died in innocence!
Why heaven hath call'd them hence:
Pure from the world, they died in peace—
They died in innocence!
P.
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LINES TO THE MEMORY OF BRIGADIER GENERAL HOPE, GOVERNOR OF QUEBEC,
WHERE HE DIED IN 1789, AGED 43.
Yes! he is torn from mortal sight—For earth such virtues were too bright!
Yet memory shall to man hold forth
The beauteous mirror of his worth:
The Patriot's ardour thence inspire,
And beam the Hero's vivid fire;
With a more placid lustre, lend
The soothing spirit of the friend;
And fond connubial bliss impart,
Reflected from the husband's heart;
Whilst she who deem'd each pleasure o'er,
And fancied life could charm no more,
Shall own the faded scene still dear,
Since yet he sheds his influence here.
P.
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