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Manody ,On The Death Of His Royal Highness The Duke Of Sussex,
Manody , ON THE DEATH OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF SUSSEX ,
HOST WORSHIPFUL GRAND MASTER OF MASONS .
MOURN FOR THE PRINCE ! Son of a regal line , Whose patriot spirit loved his country well;—Whose mind , untinctured by the faults of rank , Saw Freedom ' s blessings were the right of man;—Who used the gifts by bounteous Heaven bestowed
To aid the cause of free , unfettered thought . And bless the honoured land which gave him birth . Lamented SUSSEX , o ' er thy princely bier All , of all parties , bend in silent woe ! Few of thy rank e ' er earned the praise thou own ' st , Few e ' er so well bore pomp ' s uneasy chains :
To all a friend , all must thy loss deplore . And sad regret a glory passed away !
MOURN FOR THE SCHOLAR ! He who gave so well To latent talent , prompt ancl tender aid ! Britain ' s Mecaenas . '—Friend of the wise and good ! Round whose domestic though patrician hearth ,
All that of thought or skill these realms coulcl boast , In social comfort has been gathered oft . Unaided Genius ! drop the silent tear : — Who now shall guide thy lone , unfriended way ? Who bring thee forth to man ' s admiring gaze ? And dare to give the first emboldening smile ,
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Manody ,On The Death Of His Royal Highness The Duke Of Sussex,
Manody , ON THE DEATH OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF SUSSEX ,
HOST WORSHIPFUL GRAND MASTER OF MASONS .
MOURN FOR THE PRINCE ! Son of a regal line , Whose patriot spirit loved his country well;—Whose mind , untinctured by the faults of rank , Saw Freedom ' s blessings were the right of man;—Who used the gifts by bounteous Heaven bestowed
To aid the cause of free , unfettered thought . And bless the honoured land which gave him birth . Lamented SUSSEX , o ' er thy princely bier All , of all parties , bend in silent woe ! Few of thy rank e ' er earned the praise thou own ' st , Few e ' er so well bore pomp ' s uneasy chains :
To all a friend , all must thy loss deplore . And sad regret a glory passed away !
MOURN FOR THE SCHOLAR ! He who gave so well To latent talent , prompt ancl tender aid ! Britain ' s Mecaenas . '—Friend of the wise and good ! Round whose domestic though patrician hearth ,
All that of thought or skill these realms coulcl boast , In social comfort has been gathered oft . Unaided Genius ! drop the silent tear : — Who now shall guide thy lone , unfriended way ? Who bring thee forth to man ' s admiring gaze ? And dare to give the first emboldening smile ,