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In Memory of the Late Edward Quillinan, Esq.

I saw him sensitive in frame,

I knew his spirits low;

And wish’d him health, success, and fame:

I do not wish it now.

For these are all their own reward,

And leave no good behind;

They try us, oftenest make us hard,

Less modest, pure, and kind.

Alas! Yet to the suffering man,

In this his mortal state,

Friends could not give what Fortune can⁠—

Health, ease, a heart elate.

But he is now by Fortune foil’d

No more; and we retain

The memory of a man unspoil’d,

Sweet, generous, and humane;

With all the fortunate have not⁠—

With gentle voice and brow.

Alive, we would have chang’d his lot:

We would not change it now.