Four dear supporters of one senseless weight,
From which they do not shrink, and under which
They faint not, but advance towards the open grave[176]
Step after step—together, with their firm
Unhidden faces: he that suffers most,
He outwardly, and inwardly perhaps,
The most serene, with most undaunted eye!—
Oh! blest are they who live and die like these,
Loved with such love, and with such sorrow mourned!"
"That poor Man taken hence to-day," replied