Epitaph on Lieut. Edward Carr

( SON OF THE REV. COULSON CARR ,)

TO DEATH .

" Insatiate Archer! could not ONE suffice , "
Though Love and Beauty were the arrow's prize!
When all the charms a matchless form combin'd
Were but faint shadows of the Angel's mind?
Nor yet couldst thou relent, when playful years
Were clos'd in anguish, and were lost in tears —
When Hope's gay spirit, innocently wild,
Fled as it kiss'd , and perish'd as it smil'd?
A gallant youth, by martial spirit grac'd,
By honour cherish'd, by the heart embrac'd,
Love's pride and wreath, as Brother, Friend , and Son ,
Is a third laurel which thy arm has won.
Spare, King of Terrors! from thy ample store
At least have mercy here , and strike no more!
Avenge the poor, and moralize the tomb,
With falling Pride , Ambition's penal doom!
For guilty banquets be thy shafts decreed!
Go to the selfish heart, and make it bleed!
Here sacred be the mark that Virtue bore,
When the destroying Angel pass'd the door .
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