408 MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS. PART II. His public Character and Death. The painful name of widow here Had ever been unknown : But death is deaf to love. 6 * Albina mourns, she mourns alone, Her grief unrival'd in a house of tears, The partner of her soul is gone, Who doubled all her joys, and half sus- tained her cares. 7 See the fair offspring of the dead, With their young griefs Albina they inclose, Beside the father's dying bed And as her woes increase, their love and duty grows. 8 The Children feel the mother's pain, Down their pale cheeks the trickling sorrows roll; The mother sees and weeps again, With all the tender passions struggling in her soul. s The tender passions reign and spread Thro' the whole house, and to the courts descend: We mourn the best of brothers dead ; We mourn the kindest master, and the firmest friend. 10 We mourn; but not as wretches do, Where vicious lives all hope in death destroy; A falling tear is nature's due But 'hope climbs high and borders on celestial joy. 11 There sits the late departed saint ; f There dwells the husband, father, bro- ther, friend; Then let ùs cease the sore complaint, Or mingled with our groans let notes of praise ascend. 12 Great God, to thee weraiseour song, Thine were the graces that enrich'd his mind: We bless thee, that he shone so long, And left so fair a track of pious lite behind. t BUT can domestic sorrow shew A nation's loss? Can private tears. suffice To mourn the saint and ruler too, Great names, so rarely join'd below the blisful skies? 2 Could Abney in our world be born, CouldAbney live, and not Britannia smile ? Ordie, and not Britannia mourn When such ethereal worth left our de- generate isle? 3 'Twas heav'nly wisdom, zeal divine, Taught him the balance and the sword to hold: His looks with sacred justice shine Beyond the scarlet honours, or the wreathen gold. 4 Truth, freedom, conrage, prudence stood Attending, when he fill'd the solemn chair ; He knewno friendships, birth, nor blood, Nor wealth, nor gay attire, when cri- minals where there II 5 He sign'd their doom with steady hand? Yet drops of pity from his eyelidsroll : § He punish'd to reform the land, With terror onhis brow, and mercy in his soul. 6 His tongue was much unskill'd to ehis chidwere hi lips, and all his language sweet; His soul disdain'd the airs of pride, Yet love and reverence greet him thro' the crouded street. * The Lady Abney. f Justum & tenacem propositi virum, &c. Hac arte Enixus arces attigit igneas. Her. Cunctis Ille bonis flebilis occidit. Hor. fi Est animus tibi Rerumque prudens, & secundis Temporibns, dubiisque rectus ; Vindex avarm fraudis, & abstinens Ducentis ad se cuneta pecunim. Bonus atque fidus Judex honestum prmtulit utili, & Rejecit alto dono nocentium Vultu Hor. 5 Qui queerit Pater urbium Subscribí statbis, indomitam audeat Refrenare licentiam, Cmdes, & rabiem tollere civium.- -Hor.
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