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Thus while fond virtue wished in vain to save,

Hale bright and generous found a hapless grave,

With genius living flame his bosom glowed,

And science charmed him to her sweet abode,

In worth's fair path adventured far

The pride of peace and rising grace of war, "

The pride of peace and rising grace roar

Ye headl . . . .

Ye headlong torrents rapid and profound,

Ye softer floods that tread the humid mare,

Sound his stupendous praise

And as each mingling flame increases each,

In one united ardor rise to heaven."

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Does youth does beauty read this line?

Do sympathetic tears their breast alarm?

Speak Heavenly Spirits breath [BREATHE?] a strain divine --

E[']en from the grave thou shalt have power to [???]

Tell them them that tho' it is an awful thing to die --

T[']was e'en in thee yet the dread path once trod

Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,

And bids the pure in heart behold their God."

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No private interest did his soul invade

A foe he injured no kind friend betrayed

He followed virtue as his surest guide

Lived like a Christian like a Christian"

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At Manchester in England this burning truth began

Then Christ made his apearance [APPEARANCE] in blessed Mother

A few at first received it and did their bests[?] forsake

And soon their testimony brought on a mighty shake

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