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PJ.749.026
29 Jun 1749:11, 12 (345)
ON THE DEATH OF THE REVEREND DR. WATTS.
From earth remov'd, in ev'ry virtue warm,
Adieu! bright seraph in a human form;
Whose noblest lot indulgent heav'n assign'd,
Whate'er could charm or edify mankind.
. . . [12 lines]
No more with harmony divine she sings,
Nor airs celestial warble on her strings.
Her once enchanting lyre relax'd, and broke,
Hangs now neglected on the blasted oak.
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To strike with matchless skill the vocal lyre,
And kindled in thy breast Pindarick fire.
Oh lost too early! tho' thy life was long------
Who now shall rise renown'd in lyric song;
. . . [47 more lines, signed] B. Sowden.
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