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 'Twas his, mysterious regions to explore. And scatter light, where all was doubt before: He pressed the spring, and saw, with glad surprise, Old mysteries vanish—novel forms arise. Honoured alike in either hemisphere: Auspicious Science smiled on his career. His life—one lengthened course of mental toil— With arts, and industry, has blessed the soil; Those peaceful arts that bid her wealth expand, And scatter riches o'er a grateful land.

Still—midst the fame spontaneous nations paid, His heart its inward Monitor obeyed: He felt that Fame was but an idle breath— Vain as a chaplet on the brow of Death: He looked beyond the boundaries of Time For holier triumphs—lasting and sublime!

’Twas his, from all the busy world apart, To muse on Heaven—to commune with his heart: And taste with kindred souls, the sweet repose, When life, like sunshine, brightens at the close. A ripe Philosopher—a Christian Sage— He closed in peace his earthly pilgrimage: And dying, felt the soul-sustaining trust That smiles at death, and blossoms in the dust! W. B.