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 'Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy, and Poverty's meek woe; Thine all, that cheer the moment as it flies, The zoneless, and smiling , Nurs'd in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew, And in thy heart they wither'd! Such chill dew Wan on each young blossom shed; And her filmy net-work spread, With eye that roll'd around in asking gaze, And tongue that traffick'd in the trade of praise. Thy follies such! the hard world mark'd them well— Were they more wise, the who never fell? Rest, injur'd shade! the poor man's prayer of praise On heaven-ward wing thy wounded soul shall raise.

As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass, And fit me down upon its' recent grass,