When wit and genius meet their doom br In all devouring flame, br They tell us of the fate of Rome, br And bid us fear the same. br br O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept, br They felt the rude alarm, br Yet blessed the guardian care that kept br His sacred head from harm. br br There memory, like the bee that's fed br From Flora's balmy store, br The quintessence of all he read br Had treasured up before. br br The lawless herd, with fury blind, br Have done him cruel wrong; br The flowers are gone, - but still we find br The honey on his tongue.