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EPITAPH.
Here low in dust, a son of Science lies,
By fame distinguish'd, and to Genius dear;
Forgive the fault, ye cynically wise,
If on his grave the parent sheds a tear.
By fame distinguish'd, and to Genius dear;
Forgive the fault, ye cynically wise,
If on his grave the parent sheds a tear.
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Long shall the Muses mourn their pensive friend,
Long shall a father's bosom throb with woe,
O'er his lov'd tomb the duteous swains shall bend,
And Albion's daughters long bewail the blow.
Long shall a father's bosom throb with woe,
O'er his lov'd tomb the duteous swains shall bend,
And Albion's daughters long bewail the blow.
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