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On the Death of Dr. Freind 181
In Medicine far renown’d, what Clime or Age
Has seen thine Equal, since the Coan Sage?
Thy generous Aid when Enemies implor’d,
They rose to Greatness and to Life restor’d;
While Carolina wept, thy Skill Divine
With Health unhop’d for blest the Royal Line.
What Worth a nobler Height of Glory knows,
Than saving Princes, and preserving Foes?
But greatest Blessings make the shortest Stay,
The Tree of Life was given but for a Day:
Freind died in Strength of Years! Nor must we see
Regain’d on Earth our Immortality;
His matchless Art presumptuous Hopes had given,
His Death recalls us to rely on Heaven.
181 [Anonymous,] “On the Death of Doctor J. Freind, corrected from a Copy in one of the Journals,” in
David Lewis (1683?–1760), ed., Miscellaneous Poems by Several Hands (London: J. Watts, 1730), 199.
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