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worthy man will soon be fifty Sirs, I think in him such qualities we meet A patriot  it everywhere occurs A house we'll buy him cheaply, all complete I've one for sale His life is full of burrs; Let his old age be jubilant and sweet Rank opposition noisily demurs : "No house! But after him we'll name a street!" 



is no more, alas! So great, so rare! His merit gleams, a star in gloomy sky. See, what black edges all the papers bear, And in the streets half-mast the flags will fly. The grateful nation! Not an inch to spare In sorrow's dwelling Hear the widow's cry— While round the pressmen crowds are jostling there, Their names for publication to supply. 