On the sudden Death of a CLERGYMAN. ODE IV. Christopher Smart 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. T42626 K041581.000 Smart, Christopher, 1722-1771. Poems on several occasions: By Christopher Smart, A. M. Fellow of Pembroke-Hall, Cambridge. London printed for the author, by W. Strahan; and sold by J. Newbery, at the Bible and Sun, in St. Paul’s Church-Yard, MDCCLII. 1752 pp. 14-15. [16],230p.,plates; 4⁰.

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On the sudden Death of a CLERGYMAN . ODE IV . IF , like th' Orphean lyre , my song could charm , And light to life the ashes in the urn , Fate of his iron dart I would disarm , Sudden as thy decease should'st thou return , Recall'd with mandates of despotic sounds , And arbitrary grief , that will not hear of bounds . But , ah ! such wishes , artless muse , forbear ; 'Tis impotence of frantic love , Th' enthusiastic flight of wild despair , To hope the Thracian's magic power to prove . Alas ! thy slender vein , Nor mighty is to move , nor forgetive to feign , Impatient of a rein , Thou canst not in due bounds the struggling measures keep , — But thou , alas ! canst weep — Thou canst — and o'er the melancholy bier Canst lend the sad solemnity a tear . Hail ! to that wretched corse , untenanted and cold , And hail the peaceful shade loos'd from its irksome hold . Now let me say thou'rt free , For sure thou paid'st an heavy tax for life , While combating for thee , Nature and mortality Maintain'd a daily strife . High , on a slender thread thy vital lamp was plac'd , Upon the mountain's bleakest brow , To give a nobler light superior was it rais'd , But more expos'd by eminence it blaz'd ; For not a whistling wind that blew , Nor the drop-descending dew , Nor a bat that idly flew , But half extinguish'd its fair flame — but now See — hear the storms tempestuous sweep — Precipitate it falls — it falls — falls lifeless in the deep . Cease , cease , ye weeping youth , Sincerity's soft sighs , and all the tears of truth . And you , his kindred throng , forbear Marble memorials to prepare , And sculptur'd in your breasts his busto wear . 'Twas thus when Israel's legislator dy'd , No fragile mortal honours were supply'd , But even a grave denied . Better than what the pencil's daub can give , Better than all that Phidias ever wrought , Is this — that what he taught shall live , And what he liv'd for ever shall be taught .