LINES, WRITTEN UPON SEEING THE UNCLAIMED CORPSE OF A SUICIDE EXPOSED ON THE BANK OF A RIVER
... a nielancholy Bewer For Spirits of the Dead, at night's enchanted hour! They dread to meet thee (poor unfortunate!), Whole crime it was, on life's unfiniflh'd road To feel the ftep-danmc ?? of Pate, And tender back thy Being's heavy load! Ah, once perhaps ...