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Robert Southey - The Pauper`s FuneralRobert Southey - The Pauper`s Funeral
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What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for life`s endearments fled, Shall drop a tear and dwell upon the dead! Poor wretched Outcast! I will weep for thee, And sorrow for forlorn humanity. Yes I will weep, but not that thou art come To the stern Sabbath of the silent tomb: For squalid Want, and the black scorpion Care, Heart-withering fiends! shall never enter there. I sorrow for the ills thy life has known As thro` the world`s long pilgrimage, alone, Haunted by Poverty and woe-begone, Unloved, unfriended, thou didst journey on: Thy youth in ignorance and labour past, And thine old age all barrenness and blast! Hard was thy Fate, which, while it doom`d to woe, Denied thee wisdom to support the blow; And robb`d of all its energy thy mind, Ere yet it cast thee on thy fellow-kind, Abject of thought, the victim of distress, To wander in the world`s wide wilderness. Poor Outcast sleep in peace! the wintry storm Blows bleak no more on thine unshelter`d form; Thy woes are past; thou restest in the tomb;— I pause—and ponder on the days to come.
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