There read, and walk’d, and mused—there loved, and wept, and pray’d. }
Nor would he write, nor suffer hope to live,
But gave to study all his mind could give; 290
Till, with the dead conversing, he began
To lose the habits of a living man,
Save that he saw some wretched, them he tried
To soothe—some doubtful, them he strove to guide;
Nor did he lose the mind’s ennobling joy
Of that new state that death must not destroy;
What Time had done we know not—Death was nigh; }