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Ever shall the muses mourn;
Sadly shall their numbers flow,
Ever elegant in woe, 4
Thousands, nobly born, shall dy,
Thousands in oblivion ly,
Names, which leave no trace behind,
Like the clouds before the wind, 8
When the dusky shadows pass,
Lightly fleeting o'er the grass.
But, O Halifax, thy name
Shall through ages rise in fame:12
Sweet remembrance shalt thou find,
Sweet in every noble mind.