Sir Robert's death, when scarcely past his prime, would indicate a decline by reason of illness, and perhaps other serious affliction, that justified the poetic license in the submissive verses beginning—

Thy mercy heard my infant prayer.

* * * * * *

And now in age and grief Thy name

Does still my languid heart inflame,

And bow my faltering knee.

Oh, yet this bosom feels the fire,

This trembling hand and drooping lyre

Have yet a strain for Thee.

THE TUNE.