--- and their voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in its sound. ---
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HER even lines her steady temper show;
Neat as her dress, and polish'd as her brow;
Strong as her judgment, easy as her air;
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Behold, where breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands!
His weeping followers gathering round
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A map of every country known,
With not a foot to call his own.
A list of folks that kicked a dust
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LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me 's a secret yet.
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FLOWERS to the fair: To you these flowers I bring,
And strive to greet you with an earlier spring.
Flowers sweet, and gay, and delicate like you;
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When sickness clouds the languid eye,
And seeds of sharp diseases fly
Swift through the vital frame;
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Dear faithful object of my tender care,
Whom but my partial eyes none fancy fair;
May I unblamed display thy social mirth,
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When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay?
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Yes, Britain mourns, as with electric touch,
For youth, for love, for happiness destroyed,
Her universal population melts
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