Lines on the Death of Dr. Spurzheim

Thou didst come a stranger here,
O'er the tossing ocean's foam;
Now we shed the heartfelt tear,
For the friend that has gone home.

What thou knewest of the mind,
Thou to teach us, here didst come:
What it is, thy soul shall find
In its own eternal home.

All thy manhood, all thy youth,
Lonely pilgrim! thou didst roam,
Seeking for immortal truth:
Thou shalt find her in her home.

We are still, where thou hast been,
Far from that celestial dome;
We who took the stranger in,
We are strangers — thou at home.
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