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Samuel Johnson - On the Death of Dr. Robert LevetSamuel Johnson - On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet
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Condemn`d to Hope`s delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year, See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection`s eye, Obscurely wise and coursely kind; Nor letter`d arrogance deny Thy praise to merit unrefined. When fainting nature call`d for aid, And hovering death prepared the blow His vigorous remedy display`d The power of art without the show. In misery`s darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh. Where hopeless Anguish pour`d his groan, And lonely want retired to die. No summons mock`d by chill delay, No petty gain disdain`d by pride; The modest wants of every day The toil of every day supplied. His virtues walk`d their narrow round, Nor made a pause, nor left a void; And sure the Eternal Master found The single talent well employ`d. The busy day, the peaceful night, Unfelt, uncounted, glided by; His frame was firm - his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery, throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And forced his soul the nearest way.
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