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For this the wand'rer went. And how he fell
Another Park, in future years, may tell.
But fall howe'er he might, whether he died
Swept by the fierce Tornado's furious tide;
Or, whether in the desert met his fate,
With famish'd eye, alone and desolate;
Or, still more wretched, destin'd to endure
The ling'ring tortures of the barb'rous Moor;
Howe'er he fell, yet glorious was his end,
Of truth, of nature, and of man the friend!
But long shall Science mourn her vent'rous son
Untimely lost; her arduous task undone.
Long o'er his fate Philanthropy shall sigh;
And Faith and Virtue waft him to the sky!
Another Park, in future years, may tell.
But fall howe'er he might, whether he died
Swept by the fierce Tornado's furious tide;
Or, whether in the desert met his fate,
With famish'd eye, alone and desolate;
Or, still more wretched, destin'd to endure
The ling'ring tortures of the barb'rous Moor;
Howe'er he fell, yet glorious was his end,
Of truth, of nature, and of man the friend!
But long shall Science mourn her vent'rous son
Untimely lost; her arduous task undone.
Long o'er his fate Philanthropy shall sigh;
And Faith and Virtue waft him to the sky!
