In Memory of the Rev. Dr—[unclear: Stuary]

"Rest! 'twas the gift he gave; and peace! the shade
He spread, for spirits fevered with the sun.
To him his bounties are come back—here laid
In rest, in peace, his labour nobly done."

William [unclear: Wat].

The solemn march, the muffled drum—^*
Beating, as 'twere, against the breast—
The drooping heads, the sighs that come
For one whose goodness all impressed:
This reverence not alone can tell
How loved was he who lived so well.

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Soft as the fall of golden leaf
That rustled round the gloomy manse
He faded from us. Our relief,
When once again the green leaves dance,
Is sweet; but though they will return,
Alas, not he for whom we yearn!

O thou, who brightened many a life
With deeds and words of pure design;
Who led us through the ills so rife,
Cheering us with a care benign;
O noble friend! so true, so dear,
To lose thee leaves the bosom drear!