1797 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Edmund Burke

Cantabrigiensis, "Inscription for the Tomb of the Right Hon. Edmund Burke" Gentleman's Magazine 97 (August 1797) 693.



Where is my son, ah! where my child?
No form like his in view appears;
I hear no voice so soft and mild:
England look'd forth, and spake in tears.

Thy son, thy child, is gone to rest,
He sought repose, the day's work done;
Yet, ere he slept, he wish'd thee blest,
Kissing the laurel he had won.

He sang his wonted even song
With note as clear as bird can sing;
It fell, as snow, from off his tongue;
It was of Thee, and of his King.

His farewell was the voice we knew,
When, like the blossom on the rod,
Upon thy breasts he hung and grew;
It was of Thee, his King, and GOD.