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Q& SHE KIN& ' S ILLNESS Rest , rest afflicted spirit , quickly pass Thy hoar of bitter s * ifteririg ! Rest awaits thee . There , where , the load of weary life laid down . The peasant $ nd the kmg repoae together .
There peaceful sleep , thy quiet grave bedewed With tears of those who loved thee—^ -Nat for th ^ s , In the dark chambers of the nether world s Shall spectre kings rise from their burning throng And point the vacant sent , and scoffing s ^ y 4 Art thou become like us ?* Oh not for thee :
Forthou hadst hyman feelings , and hast ; walked A maa with men , and kindly ch ^ rities ^ Even such as warm the cottage hearth , were tViaa . And therefore falls the tear from eyes not ufied To gaze on kings with admiration fond : And thou hast knelt at meek Religion ' s shrine
With no mock homage , and hast owned her rights Sacred in every breast , and therefore rise , Affectionate , for tfree > the orisons : And mingled prayers ^ alike from vaulted < 3 eme « Whence the loiid organ pe ^ . ls ^ and raf | ered r ^ fe Of humbler worship ; stilly reaxemberiag Uii %
A Nation ' s pity and a Nation ' ^ low ; linger be $ 4 de thy couch , in this the day Of thy sa 4 visitatioja ^ veiling faults Of erring jadgmwt and not will perverse * Yet , Oh tli ^ it thou hadst closed the wounds of war ! That had keen praise Co suit a higher strain * —Farewell the years rolled down the gulph of time !
Thy name has chrouicled a long bright pi » ge Of'England ' s story , and perhaps the babe Who opens ^ as thou closest thine , his eyes On this eventful wotM , when aged grown ^ Musing on ti « 5 » gone by , shall sigh and spy ^ Shaking hfe thin grey hairs , whitened wifcb grief , Our fathers' days were happy , ' - ?—Fare thee wdl ! M , y thread of life ha ^ even run with thine
For many a lustre , and thy closing day I contemplate ^ not mindless v £ my owBf Nor tp iu cmll reluctant . * Sep . 1 , 1 * 1 1 . A . X . P-
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1811, page 608, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2421/page/32/
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