Lord Mansfield's Library
by William Cowper
O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept,
They felt the rude alarm,
Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept
His sacred head from harm.
There Memory, like the bee that's fed
From Flora's balmy store,
The quintessence of all he read
Had treasured up before.
The lawless herd, with fury blind,
Have done him cruel wrong;
The flowers are gone -- but still we find
The honey on his tongue.
Source:The Poetical Works Of William Cowper, Volume 1
Little, Brown, And Company.
Shepard, Clark And Brown.