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To the Memory of the Right Hon. Henry Pelham, Esq
When Death at random throws his ebon Dart,
He wounds a Friend's, perhaps a Lover's heart,
This Day unweep'd a slothful Prelate fell,
The Mitre fits another's Brow as well;
Commons and Nobles undistinguish'd fall;
And unconcern'd their Heirs succeed them all;
But, when the Fury lays a Pelham low,
A Nation weeps, a Nation feels the Blow.
He wounds a Friend's, perhaps a Lover's heart,
This Day unweep'd a slothful Prelate fell,
The Mitre fits another's Brow as well;
Commons and Nobles undistinguish'd fall;
And unconcern'd their Heirs succeed them all;
But, when the Fury lays a Pelham low,
A Nation weeps, a Nation feels the Blow.
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