Elegies & laments

THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABL

    SIR ROBERT PEEL

BART , M P , B RN FE UARY, 1788, DIED JULY 2, 1850, AGED 62.

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BRIT ANNIA ! Brit annia ! weat makes
thee complain,

O why so in sorrow relenting,
Id England is los , we are born down in pain
And the nation in grief is lamenting,
hat excellent man—the pride of the land,
whom every virtue possessed him,
gone to that Home, from whence no one re-
turn ,
Our dear friend, Sir Robert, God rest him.

he rich and the poor all did him adore,
Admired, beloved, and respected,
To his country's right, he struggled with might
And nothing by him was neglected,
He nobly guided the helm of State,
The poor lohg has praised and blessed him,
Now tears what each eye, whi e n sorrow they
sigh,
He is gone, is Sir Robert, God rest him.

Sad, sad was the day when misfortune that way
From health, strength, and vigour had tosse
him,
Upon the hard ground to receive his deat
wound, (him
Oh mourn ! mourn ! Britannia, we've los
His equal again sure we never shall find,
For every goodness possesse I him,
Brittannia shall weep by the tomb where h
The p t io , Sir Robert, God rest him (sleep

Our Queen sighed in tears, when the tidings
s e eard,
And her children with hearts full of sorrow,
Saying, England is done, oh ! where shall w
ſo meet wi h his equal to-morrow,        (run
He is not to be found upon England's ground,
Already, already, we've m ssed him,
Brita nia deplore, we'll behold him no more,
The Glory of England, God rest him.

Ta k of Canning and Pitt for their talents an
And all who upheld that high station (wi
Oh ! been here has ne'er such a noble Premie
As Sir Robert bef e n the nation,
He'd by no one be led, he d by no one be said
No Government fe re o trust him,
In every way he caried the s way,
For the good of his, country, God rest him,

At sixty-two years of are, c uel death did en
Brittannia to move from her station, (gag
From her counc ls and land, called that excel
lent man,
Sir Robert the pride of the nation,
Oh! the tears that were shed, by Sir Robert
death bed,
Some hours before life had left him,
Cau d hearts to complain in grief, sorrow, an
He is gone, is Sir Robert God rest him (pai

In the tomb where he sleeps many thousand
will weep,
And his virtuous deeds lay before ye
And he will receive in the regions of bliss,
A corone braided with glory, (complai
T ough we part him with pain, its no use to
He is for ever gone and we've missed him,
In peace may he sleep, while Britannia doe
weep,

For her servant, Sir Robert, God bless him.

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