WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, * OCTOBER 10, 1806. WHOE'ER thou art, approach, and, with a sigh, Still do I see (while thro' the vaults of night Of those, that loved Him living, mourned Him dead; After the Funeral of the Right Hon. CHARLES JAMES FOX. + Venez voir le peu qui nous reste de tant de grandeur, &c.-Bossuet. Oraison funébre de Louis de Bourbon. All, of all ranks, that claimed him for their own; Oh say, of Him now rests there but a name; What tho' with War the madding Nations rung, When in retreat He laid his thunder by, Et rien enfin ne manque dans tous ces honneurs, que celui à qui on les rend.-Ibid. And they, by virtue and by blood allied, Whom most He loved, and in whose arms He died. |