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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
IV. Elegiac Sonnet
By Robert Treat Paine (1773–1811)
Inscribed to the Memory of M. M. HAYS, Esq.

HERE sleep’st thou, Man of Soul! Thy spirit flown,
  How dark and tenantless its desert clay!
Cold is that heart, which throbbed at sorrow’s moan,
  Untuned that tongue that charmed the social day.
Where now the Wit, by generous roughness graced?        5
  Or Friendship’s accent, kindling as it fell?
Or Bounty’s stealing foot, whose step untraced
  Had watched pale Want, and stored her famished cell?
Alas! ’t is all thou art! whose vigorous mind
  Inspiring force to Truth and Feeling gave,        10
Whose rich resources equal power combined,
  The gay to brighten, and instruct the grave!
Farewell! Adieu! Sweet peace thy vigils keep;
For Pilgrim Virtue sojourns here to weep!

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