Poem by William Cowper

By Callimachus

At morn we placed on his funeral bier
Young Melanippus; and, at eventide,
Unable to sustain a loss so dear,
By her own hand his blooming sister died.
Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race,
Annihilated by a double blow,
Nor son could hope nor daughter more to embrace
And all Cyrene sadden'd at his woe. 

1. No Sorrow Peculiar to the Sufferer
2. By Philemon
3. Abuse of the Gospel
4. The Cantab
5. Joy in Martyrdom

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