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Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father

     O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
     Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
     Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
     The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
     The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
     The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
     The friend of man—to vice alone a foe;
     For "ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side."[1]
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Goldsmith.—R.B.


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