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Monody.
In the cold breast where apathy resides Could ' st thou not fix thy sting ? Or could ' st thou not withhold Time ' s rapid strides , Nor check his fleeting wing ? Fat . d sister !* cruel rnaid ! Why did you cut the sacred thread ?
Ere the rose of life could fade He ' s numbered with the dead . Could not his passion-moving lore-Forone short space prolong his valu'd life : — - Mild pity wept , vainly she did implore , — Vain her attempts t' avert the destin'd strife . Borne down by deep Affliction ' s whelming tide ,
Bravely he strove to stem its powerful course ; , Bravely he strove the pang of grief to hide , But ah ! weak nature sunk beneath the torrent ' s force . A wife , the partner of his earlier years ; A darling son , —fond object of his care , In one short month demand successive
tears—They press'd their native dust , a lov'd and loving pair . O ye who roll in pleasure ' s ample round , Nor feel a wish that Heaven doth e'er deny ; Whom sorrows never reach , or-thought profound Scares with the form of death , e ' en to your fancy ' s eye , Ofor a momentcheck your careless speed ,
, , And yield a tributary tear to woe : Think on the sorrows Heaven for him decreed , The anguish he sustain'd by Fate ' s repeated blow . 'Twas Heaven ' s stein mandate , —be should rise no more ! Never again shall we behold that form ; In tearful sadness we his loss deplore ,
He fell when he had brav'd the fury of the storm . The Tragic Muse no more , in fiction ' s guise , Pours the lorn ditty or the mournful strain ; She checks the torrent-flow of Fancy ' s vein , And sacred sorrow melts her beaming eyes . O ' er yon pale urn low bends the weeping maid ;
She bares her white breast to the midnight air , She rends her sable robe , her flowing hair , And wildly raves at Fate , Invokes her deadliest hate , And calls her sister Loves the vengeful Gods t ' upbraid , ' My PALMER ' dead ! my hero is no more !' * Her PALMER ' S dead ! ' the waving woods encore ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Monody.
In the cold breast where apathy resides Could ' st thou not fix thy sting ? Or could ' st thou not withhold Time ' s rapid strides , Nor check his fleeting wing ? Fat . d sister !* cruel rnaid ! Why did you cut the sacred thread ?
Ere the rose of life could fade He ' s numbered with the dead . Could not his passion-moving lore-Forone short space prolong his valu'd life : — - Mild pity wept , vainly she did implore , — Vain her attempts t' avert the destin'd strife . Borne down by deep Affliction ' s whelming tide ,
Bravely he strove to stem its powerful course ; , Bravely he strove the pang of grief to hide , But ah ! weak nature sunk beneath the torrent ' s force . A wife , the partner of his earlier years ; A darling son , —fond object of his care , In one short month demand successive
tears—They press'd their native dust , a lov'd and loving pair . O ye who roll in pleasure ' s ample round , Nor feel a wish that Heaven doth e'er deny ; Whom sorrows never reach , or-thought profound Scares with the form of death , e ' en to your fancy ' s eye , Ofor a momentcheck your careless speed ,
, , And yield a tributary tear to woe : Think on the sorrows Heaven for him decreed , The anguish he sustain'd by Fate ' s repeated blow . 'Twas Heaven ' s stein mandate , —be should rise no more ! Never again shall we behold that form ; In tearful sadness we his loss deplore ,
He fell when he had brav'd the fury of the storm . The Tragic Muse no more , in fiction ' s guise , Pours the lorn ditty or the mournful strain ; She checks the torrent-flow of Fancy ' s vein , And sacred sorrow melts her beaming eyes . O ' er yon pale urn low bends the weeping maid ;
She bares her white breast to the midnight air , She rends her sable robe , her flowing hair , And wildly raves at Fate , Invokes her deadliest hate , And calls her sister Loves the vengeful Gods t ' upbraid , ' My PALMER ' dead ! my hero is no more !' * Her PALMER ' S dead ! ' the waving woods encore ,