Poem by Hector Macneill

Epitaph. Sacred to the Memory of James Graham, Esq.

Accept, lov'd shade! of him whose breathless clay
No sigh returns to aught that grief can say;
Accept, lov'd shade! this monument of woe:
The last sad gift thy friend can now bestow!--
For him, alas! 'tis left raise the tomb;
Steal from the crowd of court sepulchral gloom;
Clasp to his heart thy cold untimely urn,
And weep thy virtues -- never to return!
Nor can the muse (that muse thou lov'dst to hear)
Repress the sigh, or check the starting tear;
From Britain's shore; across the Atlantic wave,
She comes, to vent her sorrows at thy grave;
With trembling hand inscribe thy funeral stone,
And with a brother's woes record her own.

1. The Lammie
2. Come under My Plaidie; Or, Modern Marriage Delineated
3. O Tell Me How for to Woo
4. To Miss Jean and Miss Isabella Monro, with Two Bottles of the Otta of Roses
5. Tak Tent and Be Wary

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