Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
On the Death of William AikmanJames Thomson (17001748)
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String after string is sever’d from the heart;
Till loosen’d life, at last but breathing clay,
Without one pang is glad to fall away.
Whose eyes have wept o’er every friend laid low,
Dragg’d lingering on from partial death to death,
Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.