On the same, by a Fellow-student

And is your Martin gone? Is be no more, That living Truth, that Virtue seen before? Has endless Night already hid the Ray, The early Promise of his glorious Day? That Grief, great Mourner! in such Strains exprest, Shews he was deep implanted in your Breast.

Yet bark! soft-whispering Reason seems to say, Cease from your Sorrows, wipe these Tears away. He's gone, he's past the gloomy Shades of Night, Safe-landed in th' eternal Realms of Light. Happy Exchange! to part with all below, For Worlds of Bass, where Joys unfading flow, And fainted Souls with Love and Rapture glow.