Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart

There is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave; But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps above the brave. For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent: In vain their bones unburied lie, All earth becomes their monument! A tomb is theirs on every page, An epitaph on every tongue: The present hours, the future age, For them bewail, to them belong.…