A young physician in the dust of death：
Dost thou go on incessant2 to destroy，
Our griefs to double，and lay waste our joy？
Enough thou never yet wast known to say，
Though millions die，the vassals3 of thy sway：
Nor youth，nor science，nor the ties of love，
Nor aught on earth thy flinty heart can move.
The friend， the spouse4 from his dire5 dart6 to save，
In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave.
Fair mourner，there see thy lov'd Leonard laid，
And o'er him spread the deep impervious7 shade；
Clos'd are his eyes，and heavy fetters8 keep
His sense bound in never-waking sleep，
Till time shall cease，till many a starry9 world
Shall fall from heav'n， in dire confusion hurl'd，
Till nature in her final wreck10 shall lie，
And her last groan11 shall rend12 the azure13 sky：
Not， not till then his active soul shall claim
His body，a pine immortal14 frame.
But see the softly-stealing tears apace
Pursue each other down the mourner's face；
But cease thy tears，bid ev'ry sigh depart，
And cast the load of anguish15 from thine heart：
From the cold shell of his great soul arise，
And look beyond， thou native of the skies；
There fix thy view，where fleeter than the wind
Thy Leonard mounts，and leaves the earth behind.
Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night
To join for ever on the hills of light：
To thine embrace his joyful16 spirit moves
To thee，the partner of his earthly loves；
He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin'd，
And better suited to th' immortal mind.
