OCCASIONAL ELEGY. THE scene of death is closed, the mournful strains Dissolve in dying languor on the ear; Yet Pity weeps, yet Sympathy complains, And dumb Suspense awaits o'erwhelm'd with fear. But the sad Muses, with prophetic eye, Then, O Palemon! if thy shade can hear That rise in vocal incense o'er thy tomb. In vain, alas! the gentle Maid shall weep, Relentless frenzy shall the Father sting, Severe remorse his tortured soul shall wring'Tis his to groan and perish in despair. Ye lost companions of distress, adieu ! Your toils and pains and dangers are no more! The tempest now shall howl, unheard by you, While Ocean smites in vain the trembling shore. On you the blast, surcharged with rain and snow, In winter's dismal nights no more shall beat; Unfelt by you the vertic sun may glow, And scorch the panting earth with baneful heat. No more the joyful maid, the sprightly strain Shall wake, the dance to give you welcome home; Nor hopeless Love impart undying pain, When far from scenes of social joy you roam. No more on yon wide watery waste you stray, While hunger and disease your life consume; While parching thirst, that burns without allay, Forbids the blasted rose of health to bloom. No more you feel Contagion's mortal breath, The thundering drum, the trumpet's swelling strain, Since grief, fatigue, and hazards still molest 332 OCCASIONAL ELEGY. What though no funeral pomp, no borrow'd tear, The tutor❜d sigh, the vain parade of woe, What though no sculptured pile your name displays, Like those who perish in their country's cause; What though no epic Muse in living lays Records your dreadful daring with applause : Full oft the flattering marble bids renown Yet shall remembrance from oblivion's veil THE END. Printed by Walker & Greig, 25 |