Poems and Extracts/As those we love decay, we die in part
As those we love decay, we die in part,String after string is sever'd from the heart;'Till loos'n'd life, at last but breathing clayWithout one pang is glad to fall away.Unhappy he who latest feels the blow,Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low,Dragg'd ling'ring on from partial death to death,'Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.Thomson