How fondly will She then repay April 19th, 1812. MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE R. B. SHERIDAN. Spoken at Drury Lane Theatre. WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime, Who hath not shared that calm so still and deep, A The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep, A holy concord-and a bright regret, A glorious sympathy with suns that set? Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below, Unmixed with worldly grief or selfish stain, Shed without shame and secret without pain. 10 Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills, 20 So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes. When all of Genius which can perish dies. A mighty Spirit is eclipsed-a Power Hath passed from day to darkness-to whose hour Of light no likeness is bequeathed—no name, Focus at once of all the rays of Fame! The flash of Wit the bright Intelligence, The beam of Song-the blaze of Eloquence, Of human feelings the unbounded lord ; 30 In whose acclaim the loftiest voices vied, The praised-the proud-who made his praise their pride. 40 'When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan Arose to Heaven in her appeal from man, His was the thunder-his the avenging rod, The wrath-the delegated voice of God! Which shook the nations through his lips-and blazed Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised. And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm The gay creations of his spirit charm, The matchless dialogue-the deathless wit, Which knew not what it was to intermit; 50 |