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On The Death Of Dr. Robert Levet

Condemn’d to hope’s delusive mine,
   As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts, or slow decline,
   Our social comforts drop away. 

Well tried through many a varying year,
   See LEVET to the grave descend;
Officious, innocent, sincere,
   Of ev’ry friendless name the friend. 

Ye still he fills affection’s eye,
   Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind;
Nor, letter’d arrogance, deny
   Thy praise to merit unrefin’d. 

When fainting nature call’d for aid,
   And hov’ring death prepar’d the blow,
His vig’rous remedy display’d
   The power of art without the show. 

In misery’s darkest caverns known,
   His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless anguish pour’d his groan,
   And lonely want retir’d to die. 

No summons mock’d by chill delay,
   No petty gain disdain’d by pride,
The modest wants of ev’ry day
   The toil of ev’ry day supplied. 

His virtues walk’d their narrow round,
   Nor made a pause, nor left a void;
And sure th’ Eternal Master found
   The single talent well employ’d. 

The busy day, the peaceful night,
   Unfelt, uncounted, glided by;
His frame was firm, his powers were bright,
   Tho’ now his eightieth year was nigh. 

Then with no throbbing fiery pain,
   No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
   And free’d his soul the nearest way.

 

 

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