Samuel Johnson

Here you will find the Poem On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic of poet Samuel Johnson

On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic

CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,
 As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
 Our social comforts drop away.

Well tried through many a varying year,
 See Levet to the grave descend,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
 Of every friendless name the friend.

Yet still he fills affection's eye,
 Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;
Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
 Thy praise to merit unrefined.

When fainting nature call'd for aid,
 And hov'ring death prepared the blow,
His vig'rous remedy display'd
 The power of art without the show.

In Misery's darkest cavern known,
 His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
 And lonely Want retired to die.

No summons mock'd by chill delay,
 No petty gain disdained by pride;
The modest wants of every day
 The toil of every day supplied.

His virtues walk'd their narrow round,
 Nor made a pause, nor left a void;
And sure th' Eternal Master found
 The single talent well employ'd.

The busy day, the peaceful night,
 Unfelt, uncounted, glided by;
His frame was firm--his powers were bright,
 Though now his eightieth year was nigh.

Then with no fiery throbbing pain,
 No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
 And freed his soul the nearest way.