James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
May 11On the Death of Mr. Perceval
By Thomas Moore (17791852)
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Unembittered and free did the teardrop descend;
We forgot in that hour how the statesman had erred,
And wept for the husband, the father and friend.
And generous indeed were the tears that we shed,
When in grief we forgot all the ill he had done,
And, though wronged by him living, bewailed him when dead.
’Tis to wish he had chosen some lowlier state—
Had known what he was, and content to be good,
Had ne’er for our ruin, aspired to be great.
His years might have rolled inoffensive away;
His children might still have been blessed with his love,
And England would ne’er have been cursed with his sway.