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Spirit of Death whose outstretched pennons dread	A
Wave o'er the world beneath their shadow spread	A
Who darkly speedest on thy destined way	B
Midst shrieks and cries and sounds of dire dismay	B
Spirit behold thy victory Assume	C
A form more terrible an ampler plume	C
For he who wandered o'er the world alone	D
Listening to Misery's universal moan	D
He who sustained by Virtue's arm sublime	E
Tended the sick and poor from clime to clime	E
Low in the dust is laid thy noblest spoil	F
And Mercy ceases from her awful toil	F
'Twas where the pestilence at thy command	G
Arose to desolate the sickening land	G
When many a mingled cry and dying prayer	H
Resounded to the listening midnight air	H
When deep dismay heard not the frequent knell	I
And the wan carcase festered as it fell	I
'Twas there with holy Virtue's awful mien	J
Amid the sad sights of that fearful scene	J
Calm he was found the dews of death he dried	K
He spoke of comfort to the poor that cried	K
He watched the fading eye the flagging breath	L
Ere yet the languid sense was lost in death	L
And with that look protecting angels wear	H
Hung o'er the dismal couch of pale Despair	H
Friend of mankind thy righteous task is o'er	M
The heart that throbbed with pity beats no more	N
Around the limits of this rolling sphere	O
Where'er the just and good thy tale shall hear	P
A tear shall fall alone amidst the gloom	E
Of the still dungeon his long sorrow's tomb	E
The captive mourning o'er his chain shall bend	Q
To think the cold earth holds his only friend	Q
He who with labour draws his wasting breath	L
On the forsaken silent bed of death	L
Remembering thy last look and anxious eye	R
Shall gaze around unvisited and die	R
Friend of mankind farewell These tears we shed	A
So nature dictates o'er thy earthly bed	A
Yet we forget not it was His high will	S
Who saw thee Virtue's arduous task fulfil	S
Thy spirit from its toil at last should rest	T
So wills thy GOD and what He wills is best	T
Thou hast encountered dark Disease's train	U
Thou hast conversed with Poverty and Pain	U
Thou hast beheld the dreariest forms of woe	V
That through this mournful vale unfriended go	V
And pale with sympathy hast paused to hear	P
The saddest plaints e'er told to human ear	P
Go then the task fulfilled the trial o'er	M
Where sickness want and pain are known no more	N
How awful did thy lonely track appear	O
Enlightening Misery's benighted sphere	O
As when an angel all serene goes forth	W
To still the raging tempest of the north	W
The embattled clouds that hid the struggling day	B
Slow from his face retire in dark array	B
On the black waves like promontories hung	X
A light as of the orient morn is flung	X
Till blue and level heaves the silent brine	Y
And the new lighted rocks at distance shine	Y
Ev'n so didst thou go forth with cheering eye	R
Before thy glance the shades of misery fly	R
So didst thou hush the tempest stilling wide	K
Of human woe the loud lamenting tide	K
Nor shall the spirit of those deeds expire	Z
As fades the feeble spark of vital fire	M
But beam abroad and cheer with lustre mild	A2
Humanity's remotest prospects wild	A2
Till this frail orb shall from its sphere be hurled	B2
Till final ruin hush the murmuring world	B2
And all its sorrows at the awful blast	C2
Of the archangel's trump be but as shadows past	C2
Relentless Time that steals with silent tread	A
Shall tear away the trophies of the dead	A
Fame on the pyramid's aspiring top	D2
With sighs shall her recording trumpet drop	D2
The feeble characters of Glory's hand	G
Shall perish like the tracks upon the sand	G
But not with these expire the sacred flame	E
Of Virtue or the good man's honoured name	E
HOWARD it matters not that far away	B
From Albion's peaceful shore thy bones decay	B
Him it might please by whose sustaining hand	G
Thy steps were led through many a distant land	G
Thy long and last abode should there be found	E2
Where many a savage nation prowls around	E2
That Virtue from the hallowed spot might rise	F2
And pointing to the finished sacrifice	G2
Teach to the roving Tartar's savage clan	H2
Lessons of love and higher aims of man	H2
The hoary chieftain who thy tale shall hear	P
Pale on thy grave shall drop his faltering spear	O
The cold unpitying Cossack thirst no more	N
To bathe his burning falchion deep in gore	N
Relentless to the cry of carnage speed	I2
Or urge o'er gasping heaps his panting steed	I2
Nor vain the thought that fairer hence may rise	F2
New views of life and wider charities	J2
Far from the bleak Riphean mountains hoar	N
From the cold Don and Wolga's wandering shore	N
From many a shady forest's lengthening tract	K2
From many a dark descending cataract	K2
Succeeding tribes shall come and o'er the place	L2
Where sleeps the general friend of human race	L2
Instruct their children what a debt they owe	V
Speak of the man who trode the paths of woe	V
Then bid them to their native woods depart	M2
With new born virtue stirring in their heart	M2
When o'er the sounding Euxine's stormy tides	N2
In hostile pomp the Turk's proud navy rides	N2
Bent on the frontiers of the Imperial Czar	O2
To pour the tempest of vindictive war	N
If onward to those shores they haply steer	O
Where HOWARD thy cold dust reposes near	O
Whilst o'er the wave the silken pennants stream	E
And seen far off the golden crescents gleam	E
Amid the pomp of war the swelling breast	T
Shall feel a still unwonted awe impressed	T
And the relenting Pagan turn aside	K
To think on yonder shore the Christian died	K
But thou O Briton doomed perhaps to roam	E
An exile many a year and far from home	E
If ever fortune thy lone footsteps leads	P2
To the wild Nieper's banks and whispering reeds	P2
O'er HOWARD's grave thou shalt impassioned bend	Q
As if to hold sad converse with a friend	Q
Whate'er thy fate upon this various scene	J
Where'er thy weary pilgrimage hath been	Q2
There shalt thou pause and shutting from thy heart	M2
Some vain regrets that oft unbidden start	M2
Think upon him to every lot resigned	R2
Who wept who toiled and perished for mankind	R2
For me who musing HOWARD on thy fate	S2
These pensive strains at evening meditate	S2
I thank thee for the lessons thou hast taught	T2
To mend my heart or animate my thought	T2
I thank thee HOWARD for that awful view	U2
Of life which thou hast drawn most sad most true	U2
Thou art no more and the frail fading bloom	E
Of this poor offering dies upon thy tomb	E
Beyond the transient sound of earthly praise	V2
Thy virtues live perhaps in seraph's lays	V2
I borne in thought to the wild Nieper's wave	W2
Sigh to the reeds that whisper o'er thy grave	W2

William Lisle Bowles

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