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What tho' no kindred croud in sable forth, And sigh, or seem to sigh, around his bier; Though o'er his coffin with the humid earth No children drop the unavailing tear?

Rather rejoice that here his sorrows cease, Whom sickness, age, and poverty oppress'd; Where Death, the Leveller, restores to peace The wretch who living knew not where to rest.

Rejoice, that tho' an outcast spurn'd by Fate, Thro' penury's rugged path his race he ran; In earth's cold bosom, equall'd with the great, Death vindicates the insulted rights of Man.