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ON A TABLET ERECTED IN HONOUR TO THE HON. GENERAL WILLIAM HERVEY.

 “ To Him that sent him ” the Disciple's gone;
The task is finish'd, and the wreath is won.
A Saviour calls him to his bright abode;
Faith was the guide, and Charity the road;
Nor only food and raiment's warmth he gave,
But strung the labouring arm—from vice to save.
By him the old were cheer'd, the infant prais'd,
And many a soul from gloom to light was rais'd.
The Pilgrim a Redeemer's path has trod,
And sleeps—but in “the bosom of his God.”
Heaven's Angel upon Earth to Heaven is flown,
To God's elect, and spirits like his own.
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