CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.
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the respect for the dead here in this poem, as well as the obvious care that was held in the heart of Johnson, is well addressed. Though Levet was not a real doctor, and was also an alcoholic with an abusive wife, he is seen through the eyes of a holy man as a saint of sorts.
loved and liked great poem