On the Death of Archdeacon Edwardes

Shall He , whom Wisdom grac'd, and Virtue lov'd,
By Learning cherish'd, and by Taste approv'd,
Whom blessings lost, and grateful tears deplor'd,
With no fond sculpture be to life restor'd?
" With none " — the Muse replied; " for in the heart
Is jealous fear with such a theme to part:
Not for the chisel of the Parian stone,
A tear that silent feelings make their own.
View Clyro's peasants at the cottage door,
You need not aks " if Edwardes breathes no more?"
Nor in the circle which his bounty fill'd,
Wish a more honour'd sepulchre to build,
Than glowing tablets of the good and just,
Who in their bosom have enshrin'd the dust. "
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