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Title: An Elogy to the Memory of the late Wm. Palgrave, Esq. with Other Pieces
Release Date: August 17, 2010 [eBook #33457]
***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AN ELOGY TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE WM. PALGRAVE, ESQ.
***Transcribed from the early 1800’s edition by David Price, email [email protected]. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was made.
AN ELOGY TO THE Memory of THE LATE _Wm. PALGRAVE_, _Esq._ WITH OTHER PIECES. { 1}
TO THE MEMORY OF _William Palgrave_, _Esq._
LATE OF COLTISHALL, IN THE COUNTY OF NORFOLK.
In passing through this vale of tears, That various scenes display; Ambition oft her standard rears, And mortals lead astray.
The anxious merchant counts his gain From vessels on the sea; They’re lost upon the watery main, And all his prospects flee.
Dejection seize his harrass’d mind, While struggling with dispair; Dame Fortune smiles and proves more kind, His spirits for to cheer.
Such is man’s losses—varied lot, To-day he counts his store, To-morrow breathless on the spot He pac’d the day before.
Let those who wish thro’ life’s short span, In heaven’s path to move; Copy the late departed man, Whom Death has call’d above.
Upon his word you might depend, Experience prov’d it true; He ever was the poor man’s friend, Before he bade adieu.
He always would afford relief To those who crav’d his aid; And felt for those annoy’d by grief ’Till Nature’s debt was paid.
As Magistrate, impartial steer’d His course in such a way, As made him honor’d and rever’d, Where prudence had her sway.
Justice he lov’d, to others bore That boon, while life remain’d; His loss on earth the world deplore, Yet trust he has obtain’d
A place of rest, thro’ Jesus’ aid, Till summon’d to appear Before our God—before the blest, His sentence for to hear.
I’ll on domestic scenes now dwell As husband, ever kind; As father, few could him excel, And those he’s left behind