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Without presumption bold, expansive, clear,
Thine intellectual powers bright stores display;
And sweet benignity with softened grace
O'er the rich treasure sheds its spotless ray.

Enabling wisdom marks thy reverend brow,
And gravity bespeaks that serious thought
Dwells with serene composure in thy breast,
With heavenly hope and resignation fraught.

Long may'st thou live, and virtue's halcyon beams
Gild thy last moments, and may peace divine
Waft thy blest spirit to its native realm,
Where bliss eternal shall be ever thine.




AN APOSTROPHE TO SORROW;THE SORROW OF THIS WORLD.1826.
O Sorrow! sad and dismal guest,
Where'er I turn my longing eye,
(In vain to seek relief,) I view
Thy dread appearance hovering nigh.