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ON THE DEATH
SIR PETER PARKER, BART.
There is a tear for all that die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,
And Triumph weeps above the brave.
A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,
And Triumph weeps above the brave.
For them is Sorrow's purest sigh
O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent:
In vain their bones unburied lie,
All earth becomes their monument!
O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent:
In vain their bones unburied lie,
All earth becomes their monument!
