The Poetical Remains of the late Dr. John Leyden with Memoirs of his Life, by the Rev. James Morton |
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AN OLD MAN DYING FRIENDLESS.
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ON AN OLD MAN DYING FRIENDLESS.
WRITTEN IN 1798.
To thee, thou pallid form, o'er whose wan cheekThe downy blossoms of the grave are shed!
To thee the crumbling earth and clay-cold bed
Of joys supreme, instead of sorrows, speak.
Deep in the silent grave thou soon shalt rest;
Nor e'er shalt hear beneath the ridgy mould
The howling blast, in hollow murmurs cold,
That sweeps by fits relentless o'er thy breast!
No warm eye glistens with the dewy tear
For thee, no tongue that breathes to heaven the vow,
No hand to wipe the death-drops from thy brow,
No looks of love thy fainting soul to cheer!
Then go, forlorn! to thee it must be sweet
Thy long-lost friends beyond the grave to meet.
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