ELEGY,
ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN JOHN MCMICHAEL.
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The
death-note breaks upon the ear,
And friendship mourns a
friend departed,
Whilst mem’ry sheds the burning tear
For him, the good and generous
hearted.
Nor can the cloud of deepest woe
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That
bursting throb of sorrow cover,
Which feeds upon the swelling throe,
And wrecks the heart when
hope is over.
From thee the needy found relief,
For pity raised thy tender
feeling— [Page 207]
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By
thee was cooled the flush of grief,
And wiped the tear from
anguish stealing.
A heart more pure, more true, more kind,
In man’s fond breast
expanded never—
Ah, no! for love was there enshrined,
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And
even death that love can’t sever.
But, hark! how soft, how sweet the sound,
Where angles come, thy spirit
greeting,
Echoing joyous notes around—
Oh! the glorious, heavenly
meeting!
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And now how brightly glows the flame
In breasts seraphic—for
thee caring—
And heaven’s page enrols thy name,
Where thou celestial bliss
art sharing. [Page 208]
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