Poetical fragments of the late Richard Alfred Millikin with an authentic memoir of his life |
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SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG CLERGYMAN.
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SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG CLERGYMAN.
With eyes still red from sorrow's recent flow,
Again to court the weeping muse I come,
To mix my murmurs in the general woe,
And hang this wreath on thy respected tomb.
Again to court the weeping muse I come,
To mix my murmurs in the general woe,
And hang this wreath on thy respected tomb.
Let laurel'd busts o'er mouldering victors rise,
And marble pomp the regal dust declare;
O'er thee more grateful heave the widow's sighs,
And frequent tears fall undissembled there.
And marble pomp the regal dust declare;
O'er thee more grateful heave the widow's sighs,
And frequent tears fall undissembled there.
How sweet the flowers that paint Arabian fields,
How bright the morn in orient splendor dress'd;
Brighter the glory far that virtue yields,
Sweeter the memory of the good who rest.—
How few in life could e'er such honours buy,
Like thee so prais'd to live, like thee lamented die.
How bright the morn in orient splendor dress'd;
Brighter the glory far that virtue yields,
Sweeter the memory of the good who rest.—
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Like thee so prais'd to live, like thee lamented die.
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