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44 Last week a darling brother was my boast,
44 The last born product of my mother's womb \
44 This darling brother t'other day I lost,
44 To day I laid him in the silent tomb.
"■ Meek his deportment, and his manners mild,
44 In all his carriage undisguis'd and plain ;
44 As virgin chaste, and soft as new born child,
" Comely his features, and his look serene.
44 Steady in principle, and in practice pure,
44 With modesty and manly sense endued ;
u His honest heart from vanity secure,
44 The paths of vice with just abhorrence view'd,
44 Not poorly mean, nor anxious to be great,
44 His mind tho' lofty, and his genius bright $
44 Yet pleas'd and happy in his humble state,
44 And Music, heavenly gift, his dear delight !
44 How gracefully, amidst th' applauding ring,
44 His well taught fingers mov'd the lyre along ;
44 Whether to mirth he briskly struck the string,
44 Or on soft psalt'ry touch'd the sacred song !
44 Oft have I seen, when jocund friends were met,
44 In summer's evenings or by winter's fire ;
44 The listening choir in emulation set !
44 What tongue should most th' enchanting youth admire i
44 But now no more his notes shall charm the fair,
44 No more his Numbers soothe th' attentive Swain,

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