Ye silent Tenants of the dreary Deep, Whom rocking Nature lull’d to your last Sleep, And all the while rung out your passing Bell, Amidst the Ruins, tolling as it fell. 200 Ye who from Earth so hastily withdrew, That in your Deaths ye found your Burials too. Whom yet your Friends attended to your Grave, While flaming Piles instead of Torches wave. Dark Caves your State instead of sable Rooms. 205 And nodding Tow’rs instead of nodding Plumes.-- Yet shall the Muses dress with Flowers your Bier, And o’er your Grave a Monument shall rear, Bearing the mournful Tale to after Age. Lo where in _AEtna_’s Womb the _Grecian_ Sage, 210 Plunging a voluntary Death endures, And seeks a Fate to find a Fame like yours; But more than _AEtna_’s Flames your Relicts burn, Your Pile’s a Continent, a Realm your Urn. And see, a weeping World in solemn State, 215 Sad, silent following mourns your hapless Fate! Now the too deeply plough’d and furrow’d Earth No Harvest yields, but feels a sudden Dearth; Like _Canaan_ blasted sinks beneath her Woes, And now no more with Milk and Honey flows. 220 When lo, _Britannia_ stretching forth her Hand, With kind Supply relieves the famish’d Land. Long may the sacred Gold those Temples bind, Where _Pharaoh_’s Power is us’d with _Joseph_’s Mind! His Brethren their great Preserver bless, 225 (To good Minds all are Brethren in Distress) And while they feast upon the welcome Gains, In each Man’s Sack the Price untouch’d remains. Oh Ground and Source of ev’ry social Tye! Soft soothing Balm of Grief, and Soul of Joy! 230 Fair Charity, thou Bond ’twixt Great and Small, Bright universal Medium joining all! Strong Chain that ties the Cottage to the Throne, Still rising till it links the THREE IN ONE; By thee, while yet on Earth thy Foot remains, 235 Ascending Angels mount the Ætherial Plains. By thee inspir’d our good _Samaritan_, (Great in the Monarch, greater in the Man!) A helpless People robb’d and bleeding sound, Pour’d out thy sacred Oil, and heal’d their Wound. 240