Epitaph on My Ever Honoured Father
O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend!Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains,The tender father, and the gen’rous friend;The pitying heart that felt for human woe,The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride;The friend of man—to vice alone a foe;For “ev’n his failings lean’d to virtue’s side.”^1
Goldsmith.—R.B. ↩