What means this Mourning, Ladies, has Death led.
Your Brother Captive to his Earthly Bed?
Is Lowe to Nature's chilly Womb returned,
utiously the fatal Summons shun'd?
ery rarely moisten would his Clay
ear he should a final Visit pay
he opacous Mansions of the Dead,
Worms, vile Reptiles, be devouréd.
re Kings and Beggars lie, the Gulph have shot,
ther blended in the general Lot;
le their Dust, and into Ashes turn;
guish'd only by a gilded Urn,
arble Tomb erected o'er their Pile,
sway'd the Sceptre of Great Britain's Isle.
rious DEATH, all are alike to Thee,
tender Saplin and the Almond Tree;
n FATE commands thou levellst with the Ground,
pointed Dart gave Lowe his mortal Wound.
uman Art can brittle Life prolong,
Days are numbered and we must be gone
or late to whom we do belong.
on the vigorous Youth as aged Swain,
r, ah! never to return again.
Should we then Lowe's Absence grieve, since all
r'd the Punishment by Adam's Fall
h! Maecenas, who his Death can bear,
conduct knew, and unconcern'd appear.
ld our Agent in his Winding Sheet
athless Trunk become bound Hand and Feet,
not in Floods of Tears his Exit mourn
Ghost surrender'd with a dying Groan;
if Lowe's Life impartially we scan,
us, sober, charitable Man;
nversation innocently free,
Business called him into Company
rone to Vice, or Immorality
tho' none live so just as to be found
out some Fault that may their Conscience wound,
n be said, his Character to blast,
'd and dy'd a Batchelor at last.

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here he lies, wrapt in his winding Sheet,
straea bound his Hands, and DEATH his Feet
And that he might of Happiness partake,
OVAH did his soul to Heaven take,
beas Corpus mov'd his Body too,
to this World he bid a long Adieu.
nging all its gaudy Pageantry,
t blest State of Immortality,
Saints enjoy to all Eternity.