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ON THE DEATH OF DR. CULLEN. aip 



For the Bee, 



On the Death of Wiiliam Cullen, M. D. 



When lapdogs die, 

 Or ladies Cgh, 



Or linnets ceafe to fing, 

 The poet then 

 Will take his pen, 



The niufe will fpread her wing. 



Shall real worth drop Uke the flower at eve, 

 Without a friendly wreath to deck its grave ; 

 Shall CuUen fall, that venerable name, 



Which from Edina fpread the nfmg day, 

 And foar'd immortal on the wings of fame. 



Far as fair fcience darts its paleft ray ? 

 Say, fhall he.fall without a tear. 

 Or grateful tribute to a name fo dear? 



The pupil beft can feel a teacher's death; 



One who has felt a Cullen's foft'ring car^ 



One who rejoic'd each friendly word to fhare, 

 Can beft lament him, when depriv'd of breath. 

 Oft -vkhen he cheer'd with phylofophic blaze. 

 The dartccn'd paths of theory's wiiiding maze. 

 And nature's footfteps trac'd, 



Still fhunning hypothetic rules. 



And all opinions of the fchools, 

 But fuch as pradice grac'd. 

 The ftudent look'd and wonder'd at his plan, 

 And thought the teachcrfomething more than man- 

 But vain is all the praife I can beftow. 

 And vainer ftill, fhould I attempt to fhew 

 '1 he wit which made the haughty pedant bow j 



The liberal hand 

 Which made hard-flruggling merit's bofdm glow, 

 And bade the opening bud of genius blow. 

 And gratitude expaiid. 



His fame fliall reft upon a nobler tongue, 

 Whofc mild humanity exalts the fong. 

 Where fuffcring mortals vex'd with racking painSj 

 Confefs his healing hand in grateful ttrains. 

 Where patients driven by th.; fever's wradi, 

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