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ON THE DEATH OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE.
TOO, too prophetic did thy wild note swell,
Impassion'd minstrel ! when its pitying wail Sigh'd o'er the verpal primrose as it fell
Untimely, wither'd by the northern gale*. Thou wert that flower of promise and of prime!
Whose opening bloom mid many an adverse blast Charm'd the lone wanderer through this desart clime,
But charm'd him with a rapture soon o'ercast, To see thee languish into quick decay.
Yet was not thy departing immature: For ripe in virtue thou wert reft away,
And pure in spirit, as the blest are pure; Pure as the dew-drop, freed froin earthly leaven, That sparkles, is exhal'd, and blends with heaven +!
* See Clifton Grove, p. 16, ed. 1803. + Young, I think, says of Philander, " he sparkled, was exhaled, and went to Heaven."
This is one of Henry's earliest productions, and appears, by the
hand-writing, to have been written when he was between fourteen and fifteen. The picture of the schoolmistress is from nature.
PICTUR’D in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
Beloved age of innocence and smiles,