ADDRESSED TO THE CALLIOPEAN SOCIETY,
ON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR JOSEPH YOULE.
Within these walls let awful stillness reign:
Sorrow, thy louder extacies restrain:
Each sound that on the solemn scene would break
Be hush’d——let Silence more emphatic speak.
Ev’n thou, upon thy pensive lyre reclin’d,
(Dark cypress with thy drooping laurel twin’d,)
Our guardian Muse! let not a trembling note
Through the still air in plaintive sweetness float;
Save when Affliction’s deep collected sigh