<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal<br> shade,<br>On that confusion which thy death has made:<br>Or from Olympus' height look down, and see<br>A Town involv'd in grief bereft of thee.<br>Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead,<br>And rends the graceful tresses from her head,<br>Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest<br>Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast.<br> Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone?<br>Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son!<br>The hapless child, thine only hope and heir,<br>Clings round his mother's neck, and weeps his sorrows<br> there.<br>The loss of thee on Tyler's soul returns,<br>And Boston for her dear physician mourns.<br> When sickness call'd for Marshall's healing hand,<br>With what compassion did his soul expand?<br>In him we found the father and the friend:<br>In life how lov'd! how honour'd in his end!<br> And must not then our AEsculapius stay<br>To bring his ling'ring infant into day?<br>The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost,<br>And seems in anguish for its father lost.<br> Gone is Apollo from his house of earth,<br>But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth:<br>The common parent, whom we all deplore,<br>From yonder world unseen must come no more,<br>Yet 'midst our woes immortal hopes attend<br>The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Phillis+Wheatley">Phillis Wheatley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478643" data-title="On The Death Of Dr. Samuel Marshall de Phillis Wheatley" data-description="THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus' height look down, and see A Town involv'd in grief bereft of thee. Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead, And rends the graceful tre..."></div> </div> </div>

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