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Epitaph On Sir Samuel Romilly

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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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