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 Assume, O DEATH! the cherub wings of PEACE, And bid the heart-sick Wanderer's anguish cease!

Thee, Author:Thomas Chatterton! yon unblest stones protect From Want, and the bleak Freezings of neglect! Escap'd the fore wounds of Affliction's rod Meek at the Throne of Mercy, and of God, Perchance, thou raisest high th' enraptur'd hymn Amid the blaze of Seraphim!

Yet oft ('tis nature's bosom-startling call) I weep, that heaven-born Genius so should fall; And oft, in Fancy's saddest hour, my soul Averted shudders at the poison'd bowl. Now groans my sickening heart, as still I view Thy corse of livid hue;