The Muse, besides, her duty thus approves VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MR. AIK MAN, A PARTICULAR FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S. As those we love decay, we die in part, Unhappy he, who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, ODE. TELL I. ELL me, thou soul of her I love, To what delightful world above, II. Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam, And sometimes share thy lover's woe; Where, void of thee, his cheerless home Can now, alas! no comfort know? III. Oh! if thou hover'st round my walk, While, under ev'ry well-known tree, I to thy fancy'd shadow talk, And every tear is full of thee; IV. Should then the weary eye of grief, In slumber find a short relief, Oh visit thou my soothing dream! |