As if with wish to veil the restless orb;
From which it did itself imbibe a ray
Of pleasing lustre.—But no more of this;
I better love to sprinkle on the sod
That[654] now divides the pair, or rather say,
That[655] still unites them, praises, like heaven's dew,
Without reserve descending[656] upon both.
[657]"Our very first in eminence of years
This old Man stood, the patriarch of the Vale!
And, to his unmolested mansion, death