Affection's gift, for the loving and the loved . d to live. For crying was his trade. But stilld forever is his tongue. And silenced is his bell—We trust, poor man, whereer he is. That he is doing well. When from the earth he passd away. Not many eyes were dim;For he was old, and had, we fear, But few to cry for him. ELEGY ON A TOWN CRIER. And wlien we buried him, we placed No marble at his head;For sure tis wrong to give a stone To one who cries for bread. THE GRAPHIC MUSE. Sweet Music from creations birth, Had hymnd tlie anthem of the spheres; And Poesy uj)on the earth, Had sung to man a tho
Affection's gift, for the loving and the loved . d to live. For crying was his trade. But stilld forever is his tongue. And silenced is his bell—We trust, poor man, whereer he is. That he is doing well. When from the earth he passd away. Not many eyes were dim;For he was old, and had, we fear, But few to cry for him. ELEGY ON A TOWN CRIER. And wlien we buried him, we placed No marble at his head;For sure tis wrong to give a stone To one who cries for bread. THE GRAPHIC MUSE. Sweet Music from creations birth, Had hymnd tlie anthem of the spheres; And Poesy uj)on the earth, Had sung to man a thousand years. And unto each created thing. They gave a soul, and gave a voice ; Till all their Makers praise could singAnd in their being could rejoice. Wliile yet in sylvan bowers they dwelt,Nor pride had tempted them from thence. While all earths tribes before them knelt,And ownd their Heavenly influence ; They saw descending from the skies, Their holy sisterhood to glowing cheeks and radiant eyes, Another form of loveliness! ^^ 0. -S \ fr^^ .r^ m
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