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TO THE REV. WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES,
CANON OF SALISBURY, ETC.
UNHONOUR'd lay poor Butler's nameless grave,
Such were the lines insulted virtue pour’d,
And their's the deed immortalized in shame, Which raised a monarch to a martyr's name. Oh! friend! with me thy thoughtful sorrows
join, Thy heart will answer each desponding line ; Say, when thy hand o'er Ken's neglected grave At once the flowers of love and learning gave; Or when was heard, beneath each listening tree, The lute sweet Archimage had lent to thee :
Say, while thy day was like a summer dream,
BENHALL, Feb. 1835.