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To mute and to material things	A
New life revolving summer brings	A
The genial call dead Nature hears	B
And in her glory reappears	C
But oh my Country's wintry state	D
What second spring shall renovate	D
What powerful call shall bid arise	E
The buried warlike and the wise	E
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The mind that thought for Britain's weal	F
The hand that grasp'd the victor steel	F
The vernal sun new life bestows	G
Even on the meanest flower that blows	G
But vainly vainly may he shine	H
Where glory weeps o'er Nelson's shrine	H
And vainly pierce the solemn gloom	I
That shrouds O Pitt thy hallow'd tomb	I
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Deep graved in every British heart	J
O never let those names depart	J
Say to your sons Lo here his grave	K
Who victor died on Gadite wave	K
To him as to the burning levin	L
Short bright resistless course was given	M
Where'er his country's foes were found	N
Was heard the fated thunder's sound	N
Till burst the bolt on yonder shore	O
Roll'd blazed destroy'd and was no more	O
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Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth	P
Who bade the conqueror go forth	Q
And launch'd that thunderbolt of war	O
On Egypt Hafnia Trafalgar	R
Who born to guide such high emprise	E
For Britain's weal was early wise	E
Alas to whom the Almighty gave	K
For Britain's sins an early grave	K
His worth who in his mightiest hour	R
A bauble held the pride of power	R
Spurn'd at the sordid lust of pelf	K
And served his Albion for herself	K
Who when the frantic crowd amain	M
Strain'd at subjection's bursting rein	M
O'er their wild mood full conquest gain'd	S
The pride he would not crush restrain'd	S
Show'd their fierce zeal a worthier cause	T
And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws	U
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Hadst thou but lived though stripp'd of power	R
A watchman on the lonely tower	R
Thy thrilling trump had roused the land	V
When fraud or danger were at hand	V
By thee as by the beacon light	W
Our pilots had kept course aright	W
As some proud column though alone	M
Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne	M
Now is the stately column broke	X
The beacon light is quench'd in smoke	X
The trumpet's silver voice is still	F
The warder silent on the hill	F
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O think how to his latest day	W
When Death just hovering claim'd his prey	W
With Palinure's unalter'd mood	W
Firm at his dangerous post he stood	W
Each call for needful rest repell'd	W
With dying hand the rudder held	W
Till in his fall with fateful sway	W
The steerage of the realm gave way	W
Then while on Britain's thousand plains	Y
One polluted church remains	Y
Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around	W
The bloody tocsin's maddening sound	W
But still upon the hallow'd day	W
Convoke the swains to praise and pray	W
While faith and civil peace are dear	Z
Grace this cold marble with a tear	A2
He who preserved them Pitt lies here	B2
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Nor yet suppress the generous sigh	K
Because his rival slumbers nigh	K
Nor be thy Requiescat dumb	C2
Lest it be said o'er Fox's tomb	I
For talents mourn untimely lost	W
When best employ'd and wanted most	W
Mourn genius high and lore profound	W
And wit that loved to play not wound	W
And all the reasoning powers divine	M
To penetrate resolve combine	M
And feelings keen and fancy's glow	F
They sleep with him who sleeps below	F
And if thou mourn'st they could not save	K
From error him who owns this grave	K
Be every harsher thought suppress'd	W
And sacred be the last long rest	W
Here where the end of earthly things	A
Lays heroes patriots bards and kings	A
Where stiff the hand and still the tongue	D2
Of those who fought and spoke and sung	D2
Here where the fretted vaults prolong	E2
The distant notes of holy song	E2
As if some angel spoke agen	M
'All peace on earth good will to men'	M
If ever from an English heart	W
O here let prejudice depart	W
And partial feeling cast aside	W
Record that Fox a Briton died	W
When Europe crouch'd to France's yoke	X
And Austria bent and Prussia broke	X
And the firm Russian's purpose brave	K
Was barter'd by a timorous slave	K
Even then dishonour's peace he spurn'd	W
The sullied olive branch return'd	W
Stood for his country's glory fast	W
And nail'd her colours to the mast	W
Heaven to reward his firmness gave	K
A portion in this honour'd grave	K
And ne'er held marble in its trust	W
Of two such wondrous men the dust	W
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With more than mortal powers endow'd	W
How high they soar'd above the crowd	W
Theirs was no common party race	F2
Jostling by dark intrigue for place	F2
Like fabled gods their mighty war	O
Shook realms and nations in its jar	G2
Beneath each banner proud to stand	W
Look'd up the noblest of the land	W
Till through the British world were known	M
The names of Pitt and Fox alone	M
Spells of such force no wizard grave	K
E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave	K
Though his could drain the ocean dry	K
And force the planets from the sky	K
These spells are spent and spent with these	H2
The wine of life is on the lees	H2
Genius and taste and talent gone	M
For ever tomb'd beneath the stone	M
Where taming thought to human pride	W
The mighty chiefs sleep side by side	W
Drop upon Fox's grave the tear	A2
'Twill trickle to his rival's bier	B2
O'er Pitt's the mournful requiem sound	W
And Fox's shall the notes rebound	W
The solemn echo seems to cry	K
'Here let their discord with them die	K
Speak not for those a separate doom	I
Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb	I
But search the land of living men	M
Where wilt thou find their like agen '	-

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