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DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Speed on the night-wind's wing, my sighs
Last Line: The grave of parted worth!
Alternate Author Name(s): Aikin, Lucy
Subject(s): Currie, James (1756-1805); Physicians; Doctors


SPEED on the night-wind's wing, my sighs,
While bends my head to earth;
Go seek the grave where CURRIE lies,
The grave of parted worth!
The piercing, rapid, ardent mind,
To useful science bent;
The expansive soul, to human kind
With free devotion lent;
Ambition high of noble fame,
From pride, from envy clear,
That burnt, a bright benignant flame,
His onward course to cheer;
The large discourse of lucid flow,
With bland persuasion fraught;
The beaming glance, that lurked below
The furrowed brow of thought;
The helping hand, the watchful eye,
Awake to every call;
The heartfelt tone of sympathy
That dearer was than all: --
These, these, grim Death! thy hasty prey,
To yon cold tomb are borne;
And Memory, still, from day to day
Must linger there to mourn.
Speed on the night-wind's wing, my sighs,
While bends my head to earth;
Go seek the grave where CURRIE lies,
The grave of parted worth!





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