ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SEWARD, ESQ. WHO DIED APRIL 24, 1799.

ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SEWARD, ESQ. WHO DIED APRIL 24, 1799. Anne Hunter (née Home) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street 1802 pp. 71-72.

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ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM SEWARD , ESQ . WHO DIED APRIL 24 , 1799. SAY , shall the muse , the muse to Seward dear , Fail to the mournful rites her aid to lend ? Refuse to place a chaplet on his bier , Or give a tear to her departed friend ? Ah no ; she weeps ! for in thy silent grave The kindly mild affections wake no more ; Cold is that heart , where bounteous nature gave Of warm benevolence her richest store . Those powers by nature given , by time improv'd , Still to some fair , some honest purpose led ; To cherish modest worth thy spirit lov'd , To raise dejected merit's drooping head . The pride of learning , wit's resplendent ray , The powers of genius , dazzling as they shine , Before thy social virtues fade away , Nor shall their loss be felt , or mourn'd like thine .