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The Muse, besides, her duty thus approves
OCCASIONED BY THE
DEATH OF MR. AIK MAN,
A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S.
As those we love decay, we die in part,
Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.
O D E.
ELL me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled? To what delightful world above, Appointed for the happy dead?
Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam, And sometimes share thy lover's woe; Where, void of thee, his cheerless home Can now, alas! no comfort know?
Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While, under ev'ry well-known tree, I to thy fancy'd shadow talk,
And every tear is full of thee;
Should then the weary eye of grief,
Oh visit thou my soothing dream!