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Poetry . SSS
ELltaY 'VO TBK ^ lil ^ QllY . OF THE LATE GOVERNOR PVNdAX , OF BOMBAY * DUncftn
SiiAti . miatel vvreaths adorn the warrior ' brow , 7 Ancl jventfj 'fetirds o ' er s 6 tii 6 ? slaughter mourn , — - Ahd / i ^ i ^ jp ^^ Vk ^ fuVteatfo ^ flow—! $ x > " cypress ' Wave to shade his sacred urn ?
Tha labour'd monument may proudly rise , And dubious fame from dark oblivion save , — The sculptured stone attract the gazer ' s eyes , And Snatch a short-lived triumph o ' er the grave A noblef &efe * l & due to Duncati ' s name Than bi ^ s 6 r mitble monuments impart : The faith /^ l Word 6 f his lasting fame ^ yed many gratefu hemrt
Shallio ^^ e g on 4 . l ^ , TtiZ ^ ztc ] $ \ i \ ^ fare—the uniemitt i ng * eal—The ^ otiWs hand that gol d copld never stain—Th ^ tf |^ Wh ^ tri dtti pii was the pub 4 ic weal , Tftal in ( filing bliss was blest again : 2 .. ^ Such ^ vas ? Ee iruler ; would you fcttoifr the m ' an i iwido ; ^^ til * fcfr r 1 B ^ iiatei --trace the Qtui ges' « trearas- * . * ft wSikwW ^ '' ; *
Religion claim'd thee for her meekest son , Instilled her prece ^ ts ^ and her doctrines pure , Though affluent , taught tbee ev ' ry ' vtee to shun , Thy wealth not on thyself bestow , but on the poor . Wbfit nura rou 3 blessings , the distress ed Ihou ' st giv * h ; : ^ What human woes have been assuaged by thee ! A recompcnce awaits thy soul in heav * n j And shines thy crown to all eternity !
Ye ! whom the world calls great , mark well his end ; Heroes or statesmen ! can your deeds compare With Sharp I so long of all mankind the friend ; Or can you hope a bliss like bis to share ?
A bliss like his you'll share if faithful found , Nobly pursuing the high road he trod ; Elijah ' s mantle never reach'd the ground . Caught by Elisha , from Elijah ' s God .
Meek , venerable sage ! a long farewell ! Some monumental stone thy deeds may bear , j There pensive Genius shall delight to dwell , * * i And mingle with thy honor ed dust , a tear . -
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1813, page 525, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2431/page/37/