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The last sad office to our Friend is paid; Affection lingers where his dust is laid: But, from the Mourner’s cheek Hope wipes the tear, And, pointing upward, cries—“He is not here!”

In him Philosophy and Faith combined; Science enlarged, and Truth illumed his mind; He harmonized Divine with human lore, And weighed this life, with that which lies before: The love of knowledge fired his ardent youth; His age was radiant with the light of Truth: And his, the best reward to Science given— The calm research that brings us nearer Heaven.

Walking with Science—every step he trod— Each problem solved—disclosed a present God: Whose mystic hand unlocks the realms of Art; Moves, and controls, the universal heart; And in the sacred light of Nature’s laws— Reveals, and leads us to the great first Cause!