The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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ON SEEING PITT'S MONUMENT— |
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ON SEEING PITT'S MONUMENT—
Stop Stranger! and thy tributary TearBestow, for mental worth lies buried here.
This Tomb the Ashes of a Man Surrounds
Whom Joy Eternal for his Virtue crowns
The natal Hour fair Fortune usher'd in
And Even Death to him a Friend has been
By cutting off the Rose that's lost its Bloom
Makes but a Way for fairer Flowers to come!
And he has found ne'er fading Bliss at last.
The transitory scenes of Life are past,
Fathers to Sons will his great Name unfold,
By Sons to their Sons, are his Virtues told;
And ages over ages still may run,
His fame will last, as tho' tw'ere just begun
Thos Clutterbuck
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