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And oft they '11 think, Could we have linger'd near His peaceful couch when he grew pale in death;
Could we have wept above his sable bier; Could we have listen'd to his parting breath,—
Then, then the stroke had far more lightly come!
But 0, to have him thus with strangers die, By fire consumed, or wrapt in billowy foam,
And know his dirge-notes are the wild wind's sigh!
But with the mourner's grief the thought shall come
Of the high deed that moved his generous heart; This, this shall whisper solace through the gloom,
And bid full many a rising shade depart.
0, 'twas a generous deed ! too noble far
To be exalted by a lay like mine! His name in light, undying, like a star,
In its own lustre shall forever shine!
Our spirits may dwell on the mountain summit, above the pathway of storms.—Extract from a Letter.
Hast thou stood upon the summit Of a mountain huge and high,
As the tempest, wild careering, In its might went thundering by ? 4