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Epitaph for my dear Friend David Campbell.
Sprung from an Ancient, and Illustrious Line,(O may it to Eternal Ages shine!)
Here lies interr'd a much lamented Youth,
For Sense Distinguish'd, and Esteem'd for Truth:
Whom Heav'n had fashion'd with peculiar Care,
And form'd the Darling of the Brave, and Fair.
To the rich Talents Nature did impart,
He joyn'd the fine Embellishments of Art:
Yet liv'd as much Unenvy'd, as Admir'd.
But ah! how soon alas his Life expir'd.
The Noble Plant was dress'd in Beauty's Pride;
Gaily it Bloom'd, but in the Blooming dy'd.
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And round Your Vot'ry's Urn strict Vigils keep!
And you, sweet Maids, who lately bless'd his Charms,
Tho' he no more must fold you in his Arms,
Cherish the Dear Remembrance in your Heart,
And let no Fop intrude where Campbell had a Part.
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