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Death of Mr. T H O M S O N.

By Mr. C O L LIN S. : "' .

The scene of the following stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames near Richmond.

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IN yonder grave a Druid lies
Where flowly winds the stealing wave I
The year's best sweets shall duteous rife

To deck its Poet's sylvan grave!

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In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds

His airy harp * shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,

May love thro' life the soothing shade.

• The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Cav1tb Of Inpo'likcc.

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Then maids and youths shall linger here,
And while its sounds at distance swell,

"Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear, , )

To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.

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Remembrance oft shall haunt ;fhe more
When Thames in summer wreath* is 4rest,

And oft suspend the dashing oar

Te bid his gentle spirit rest 1' •...>.

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And oft as Ease and Health retire

To breezy lawn, or forest deep, .. •

The friend shall view yon whitening * spire,
And 'mid. the varied landscape weep.

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But Thou, who. own'st that earthy bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail I

Or tears, which Love and Pity shed
That mown beneath the gliding fail L

* Richmond Church,

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Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye

Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near t

With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,
And Joy desert the blooming year.

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But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
No sedge-crown'd Sisters now attend,

Now waft me from the green hill's side
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!

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And see, the fairy valleys fade,

Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view 1

Vet once again, dear parted shade,
Meek Nature's Child; again adieu 1

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The genial meads afltgn'd to bless

Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom.

Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress
With simple hands thy rural tomb.

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Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay,
Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes,

O! vales, and wild woods, shall He fay,
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!

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