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| THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, | |
| On that confusion which thy death has made; | |
| Or from Olympus’ height look down, and see | |
| A Town involv’d in grief bereft of thee. | |
| Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead, | 5 |
| And rends the graceful tresses from her head, | |
| Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest | |
| Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast. | |
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| Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone? | |
| Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son! | 10 |
| The hapless child, thine only hope and heir, | |
| Clings round his mother’s neck, and weeps his sorrows there. | |
| The loss of thee on Tyler’s soul returns, | |
| And Boston for her dear physician mourns. | |
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| When sickness call’d for Marshall’s healing hand, | 15 |
| With what compassion did his soul expand? | |
| In him we found the father and the friend: | |
| In life how lov’d! how honour’d in his end! | |
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| And must not then our Æsculapius stay | |
| To bring his ling’ring infant into day? | 20 |
| The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost, | |
| And seems in anguish for its father lost. | |
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| Gone is Apollo from his house of earth, | |
| But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth: | |
| The common parent, whom we all deplore, | 25 |
| From yonder world unseen must come no more, | |
| Yet ’midst our woes immortal hopes attend | |
| The spouse, the sire, the universal friend. | |
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