Life 's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies—alas! how soon he dies!
Winter. An Ode.
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 2.
In misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh[366:3]
Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.