Epitaph On Sir Samuel Romilly
What, what can knowledge, virtue, fame, avail? Crown they with happiness our mortal state? Ah! no: what dire, unthought-of woes assail! O wretched Man! thou art the slave of fate. Lo! Romilly, in pangs, expiring lies! His frantic hand O horror! doom'd to bleed? His wakening Conscience opes her frighted eyes 'O God!' she groans, 'I disavow the deed.' His guardian Angel sheds a pitying tear; Then, fearless of the heavenly Judge's ire, He leads his Spirit, blushing to appear, Into the holy presence of her Sire.
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