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Rh Sepulchral, pours his notes sublime

In mangled prose, nor e'en aspires to rhyme;

Breaks into blank the Gospel of St. Luke,

And boldly pilfers from the Pentateuch;

And, undisturbed by conscientious qualms,

Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the Psalms.

Hail, Sympathy! thy soft idea brings

A thousand visions of a thousand things,

And shows, still whimpering through threescore of years,

The maudlin prince of mournful sonneteers.

And art thou not their prince, harmonious Bowles!

Thou first, great oracle of tender souls?