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On the Death of Dr. SAMUEL MARSHALL. 1771.
THRO' thickest glooms look back immortal shade,
On that confusion which thy death has made;
Or from Olympus' height look down, and see
A Town involv'd in grief berest of thee.
Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead,
And rends the graceful tresses from her head,
Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest
Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.
On that confusion which thy death has made;
Or from Olympus' height look down, and see
A Town involv'd in grief berest of thee.
Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead,
And rends the graceful tresses from her head,
Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest
Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.
Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone?
Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son!
The hapless child, thine only hope and heir,
Clings round his mother's neck, and weeps his sorrows there.
The loss of thee on Tyler's soul returns,
And Boston for her dear physician mourns.
Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son!
The hapless child, thine only hope and heir,
Clings round his mother's neck, and weeps his sorrows there.
The loss of thee on Tyler's soul returns,
And Boston for her dear physician mourns.
When sickness call'd for Marshah's healing hand,
With what compassion did his soul expand?
In him we found the father and the friend:
In life how lov'd! how honour'd in his end!
With what compassion did his soul expand?
In him we found the father and the friend:
In life how lov'd! how honour'd in his end!
And must not then our Æsculapius stay
To bring his ling'ring insant into day?
The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost,
And seems in anguish for its father lost
To bring his ling'ring insant into day?
The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost,
And seems in anguish for its father lost
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Gone is Apollo from his house of earth,
But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth:
The common parent, whom we all deplore,
From yonder world unseen must come no more
Yet 'midst our woes immortal hopes attend.
The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.
But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth:
The common parent, whom we all deplore,
From yonder world unseen must come no more
Yet 'midst our woes immortal hopes attend.
The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.
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