YE Muses, pour the pitying tear <br />For Pollio snatch'd away; <br />O! had he liv'd another year!- <br />'He had not died to-day'. <br /> <br />O! were he born to bless mankind, <br />In virtuous times of yore, <br />Heroes themselves had fallen behind!- <br />'Whene'er he went before'. <br /> <br />How sad the groves and plains appear, <br />And sympathetic sheep; <br />Even pitying hills would drop a tear!- <br />'If hills could learn to weep'. <br /> <br />His bounty in exalted strain <br />Each bard might well display; <br />Since none implor'd relief in vain!- <br />'That went reliev'd away'. <br /> <br />And hark! I hear the tuneful throng <br />His obsequies forbid, <br />He still shall live, shall live as long!- <br />'As ever dead man did'.<br /><br />Oliver Goldsmith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-of-the-right-hounourable/
