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In Memory of Mr
Cave
VERSES to the Memory of Mr CAVE.
ACcept, good man, this last exequial sigh,
The tear expressive of the social tye;
To science, art, to Britain lost and me,
Remorseless stroke of fate's severe decree!
Yet shall thy fame thro' future ages bloom,
Avert destruction, and defy the tomb,
O may this honest heart-approving lay
Yet catch thee mounting to the realmes of day!
E'er long, thy bard must share the same decree,
And want the tribute he bestows on thee;
Then join'd congenial on the heav'nly shore,
Disease, and age, and death, shall be no more.
G. SMITH.
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