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On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Kippis.
ON THE DEATH OF THE REV . DR . KIPPIS .
BY HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS .
PLAC'D ' midst the tempest , tvhose conflicting waves The buoyant form of Gallic Freedom braves , I from its swelling surge unheedful turn , While , o ' er the grave Avhere Kirns rests I mourn . Friend of my life | by every tie endear'd , ' By me lamented , as by me rever'd ! Whene ' er remembrance would the past renew , His image mingles with the pensive vietv ; tvitli
Him through life ' s length ' ning scene I mark pride , My earliest teacher , and my latest guide . First , in the house of prayer his voice imprest Celestial precepts on my infant breast ; " The hope that rests above , " my childhood taught , And lifted first to God my ductile thought . — And when the heaven-born Muses' cherish'd art Shed its fresh pleasures on my glowing heart ; liht
Flash'd o ' er my soul one spark of purer g , New tvorlds unfolding to my raptur'd sight ! When first with timid hand I touch'd the lyre , And felt the youthful poet ' s proud desire ; His lib ' ral comment fann'd the dawning flame , His plaudit sooth'd me Avith a Poet ' s name ; Led by his counsels to the public shrine , He bade the trembling hope to please be mine ; What he forgave , the Critic eye forgives ,
And , for a while , the verse he sanction'd lives : When on that spot Avhere Gallic Freedom rose , And where she mourn'd herunexampled AVOBS , Scourge of his nature , and its Avorst disgrace , Curse of his age , and murd ' rer of his race , Th' ignoble Tyrant of his country stood , And bath'd his " scaffolds in the Patriot ' s blood ; Deslin'd the Patriot ' s fate in all to share , to bear
To feel his triumphs , and his pangs ; To shun the uplifted a . xe , condemn'd to roam A weeping exile from my cherish'd home ' * , When malice pour'd her dark insatiate eye , CalPd it , tho' death to stay , a crime to fly ; And , while tlie falsehood serv'd her hateful ends , Congenial audience found in hollow friends ; Who to the tale " assent with civil leer , teach the rest to
And , without sneering , sneer ;" His friendship o ' er me spread that guardian shield Which his severest virtue best could Avield ; Bepell'd by him , relentless Slander found Her dart bereft of half its power to wound . Alas ! no more to him the task belongs To sooth my sorrows , or redress my Avrongs ; No more his letter'd aid , enlightened sage ! Shall mark the errors of my careless page - ,
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On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Kippis.
ON THE DEATH OF THE REV . DR . KIPPIS .
BY HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS .
PLAC'D ' midst the tempest , tvhose conflicting waves The buoyant form of Gallic Freedom braves , I from its swelling surge unheedful turn , While , o ' er the grave Avhere Kirns rests I mourn . Friend of my life | by every tie endear'd , ' By me lamented , as by me rever'd ! Whene ' er remembrance would the past renew , His image mingles with the pensive vietv ; tvitli
Him through life ' s length ' ning scene I mark pride , My earliest teacher , and my latest guide . First , in the house of prayer his voice imprest Celestial precepts on my infant breast ; " The hope that rests above , " my childhood taught , And lifted first to God my ductile thought . — And when the heaven-born Muses' cherish'd art Shed its fresh pleasures on my glowing heart ; liht
Flash'd o ' er my soul one spark of purer g , New tvorlds unfolding to my raptur'd sight ! When first with timid hand I touch'd the lyre , And felt the youthful poet ' s proud desire ; His lib ' ral comment fann'd the dawning flame , His plaudit sooth'd me Avith a Poet ' s name ; Led by his counsels to the public shrine , He bade the trembling hope to please be mine ; What he forgave , the Critic eye forgives ,
And , for a while , the verse he sanction'd lives : When on that spot Avhere Gallic Freedom rose , And where she mourn'd herunexampled AVOBS , Scourge of his nature , and its Avorst disgrace , Curse of his age , and murd ' rer of his race , Th' ignoble Tyrant of his country stood , And bath'd his " scaffolds in the Patriot ' s blood ; Deslin'd the Patriot ' s fate in all to share , to bear
To feel his triumphs , and his pangs ; To shun the uplifted a . xe , condemn'd to roam A weeping exile from my cherish'd home ' * , When malice pour'd her dark insatiate eye , CalPd it , tho' death to stay , a crime to fly ; And , while tlie falsehood serv'd her hateful ends , Congenial audience found in hollow friends ; Who to the tale " assent with civil leer , teach the rest to
And , without sneering , sneer ;" His friendship o ' er me spread that guardian shield Which his severest virtue best could Avield ; Bepell'd by him , relentless Slander found Her dart bereft of half its power to wound . Alas ! no more to him the task belongs To sooth my sorrows , or redress my Avrongs ; No more his letter'd aid , enlightened sage ! Shall mark the errors of my careless page - ,