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The following Lines by Thomas Moore, Esq are engr


we'd on the Monument of Friend
IF ever lot was prosperously cast,


If ever life was like the leng,hen'd flow
of some sweet music, sweetness to the last,
Twas his, who, mourn'd by many, sleeps below.
The sunny temper, bright where all is strife,
The simple heart that mocks at worldly wiless
Light wit that plays along the calm Of life,


And stirs lis languid surface into smiles.
Pure charity that comes not in shower,


Sudden and loud expressing what it feeds,
But like the dew, with gradual silent power,


Felt in the bloom it leaves along the meads
The happy grateful spirit that improves.


And brightens every gift by fortune given,
That wander where it will with those it loves.
Makes every place home, and home heaven.
All these were his-Oh thou who read'st this stone,
When for thyself, thy children, to the sky
Thou humby prayest, ask this boon alone,


That ye, like him may live, like him may die.