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ON THE DEATH
SIR PETER PARKER, BART.
There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave;But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps above the brave.
For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent:In vain their bones unburied lie, All earth becomes their monument!
