TO
THE
MEMORY
OF
LIEUT.
JAMES
ABERNETHIE
,
LOST
ON
BOARD
THE
GLORIEUX
,
1782.
Each
weeping
muse
assist
my
mournful
pen
,
To
praise
a
soldier
,
and
lament
a
friend
;
Lost
to
the
world
in
life's
gay
early
bloom
,
The
clouds
his
mourners
,
and
the
deep
his
tomb
;
No
gentle
friend
received
his
parting
breath
,
No
friend
to
soothe
the
bitter
hour
of
death
;
Tho'
dreadful
waves
,
and
high
tempest'ous
wind
Raged
round
his
head
,
yet
he
was
calm
within
:
For
he
was
pure
as
is
the
mountain
snow
,
Mild
as
the
southern
breezes
when
they
blow
;
His
early
virtues
blasted
in
their
prime
,
The
blooming
youth
was
lost
at
twenty-nine
;
Ye
unavailing
tears
forbear
to
flow
,
I'll
say
what
truth
doth
to
his
memory
owe
.
Born
with
a
noble
,
with
a
generous
heart
,
He
knew
no
wish
but
what
he
might
impart
:
A
friend
sincere
,
his
parent's
hope
and
pride
,
His
brother's
comfort
and
his
sister's
guide
;
Each
manly
virtue
graced
the
gentle
youth
,
"
The
soul
of
innocence
,
and
pride
of
truth
.
"
Worth
,
honour
,
candour
,
were
in
him
combin'd
,
An
angel's
form
,
but
more
angelic
mind
;
With
generous
love
his
youthful
bosom
glow'd
,
With
generous
sentiments
his
heart
o'erflow'd
:
And
tho'
he
slumbers
in
his
wat'ry
tomb
,
His
memory
will
to
latest
ages
bloom
:
To
youth
surviving
he
hath
left
behind
,
The
bright
example
of
a
spotless
mind
;
Thou
dear
departed
friend
a
long
farewell
!
Upon
thy
worth
my
thoughts
shall
ever
dwell
;
Still
to
thy
shade
sweet
youth
I'll
drop
a
tear
,
And
ever
mourn
thee
,
with
a
heart
sincere
;
E'er
yet
I
close
,
blest
shade
!
if
in
thy
power
,
My
guardian
be
,
in
each
eventful
hour
,
From
thy
bright
realms
oh
!
kindly
condescend
,
To
guard
thy
faithful
,
thy
lamenting
friend
,
Still
watchful
of
thy
charge
,
blest
spirit
be
!
For
such
an
office
I'd
have
done
for
thee
;
That
station
keep
,
until
I
reach
that
shore
,
Where
we
shall
meet
,
and
death
can
part
no
more
.