John Huddlestone Wynne

Henry Lemoine, "To the Memory of John Huddlestone Wynne" European Magazine 14 (December 1788) 476.

And shall we not in sorrow try the lay,
To Melancholy's accents strike the lyre,
To Merit's praise poetic tribute pay,
For that alone the Muse's strains require?

Nor Sorrow's voice should mourn his fleeting breath,
Or tears be shed upon his closing grave;
For so the common lot of all is death,
Whence when the glass is out no art can save.

But to his memory and his name are due
The sad memorial of a funeral song,
For still where those who learning's paths pursue,
He claims the privilege of his name among.

While o'er his frailties and his follies past,
Candor the veil of Charity extends;
The smiles of hope and tears of pity last,
The friend his genius and his worth commends.

With fragrant flowers fancy shall deck his tomb,
And morn shall feed them with her crystal tears;
There the first blossoms oft the year shall bloom,
Until the dawning of the LAST appears.
Dec. 19.