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An ACROSTICK.
M ust his Renown and Memory decay,
A s that of Fools? No. Sure his Merit may
S ecure Records of his immortal Fame,
T hat future Ages may admire the same.
E ach Virtue brightly in his Person shin'd,
R efined with an elevated Mind.
A s that of Fools? No. Sure his Merit may
S ecure Records of his immortal Fame,
T hat future Ages may admire the same.
E ach Virtue brightly in his Person shin'd,
R efined with an elevated Mind.
R ipe was his Wit, Wit grac'd with Eloquence
O f deepest Judgment, and superior Sense.
B rave and curageous; he maintain'd the Cause,
E ven of his King, and of his Country's Laws.
R etir'd, at length fatigu'd with Toil and Age,
T o bount'ous Heav'n his Mind he did engage.
O f deepest Judgment, and superior Sense.
B rave and curageous; he maintain'd the Cause,
E ven of his King, and of his Country's Laws.
R etir'd, at length fatigu'd with Toil and Age,
T o bount'ous Heav'n his Mind he did engage.
M ature, at last, he did his Breath resign
U nto the glorious and immortal KING.
R ejoycing now in Triumphs of the Day,
R eaping the Fruits of tracing Virtue's Way.
A nd Fame shall echo to Posterity,
Y onder a Pattern that can never dy.
U nto the glorious and immortal KING.
R ejoycing now in Triumphs of the Day,
R eaping the Fruits of tracing Virtue's Way.
A nd Fame shall echo to Posterity,
Y onder a Pattern that can never dy.
This, as a Mite, I to his Memory pay,
Who was my Friend, to my Experience, ay.
Who was my Friend, to my Experience, ay.
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