--We gid the hue and cry!
And zoon a booA¤t wi' men did vly!
But twar Acll auver! _Cox_ war voun
Not at the bottom lyin down,
But up aneen, as jist avore
We zeed en floatin nigh the shore.
But death 'ad done his wust--not Acll
ThAc did could life's last spork recall.
Zo Doctor Cox went out o' life
A vine, a, and as honsom mon,
As zun hath iver shin'd upon;
A left a family--a _wife_,
Two _sons_--one_dater_,
As beautiful as lovely MAc,
Of whom a-mAc-bi I mid za
Zumthin hereActer:
What thAc veel'd now I sholl not tell--
My hort athin me 'gins to zwell!
Reflection here mid try in vain,
Wither particulars to gain,
_Evans_ zim'd all like one possest;
Imagination! tell the rest!
L'ENVOY.
To Acll that sholl theeA¤ze storry read,
The _Truth_ must vor it chiefly plead;
I gee not here a tale o' ort,
Nor snip-snap wit, nor lidden smort.
But A?ten, A?ten by thie river,
Have I a pass'd; yet niver, niver,
Athout a thought o' _Doctor Cox_--
His dog--his death--his floatin locks!
The mooA¤st whun Brue war deep and clear,
And Lammas dAc an harras near;--
Whun zummer vleng'd his light abroad,--
The zun in all his glory rawd;
How beautiful mid be the dAc
A zumthin AcllA"s zim'd to zAc,
_"Whar whing! the wActer's deep an' clear,
But death mid be a lurkin near!"_
A DEDICATION.
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