a bard's epitaph
is there a whim-inspired fool,
owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
owre bte to seek, owre proud to snool,
let him draw near;
and owre this grassy heap sing dool,
and drap a tear.
is there a bard of rustig,
who, noteless, steals the crowds among,
that weekly this area throng,
o, pass not by!
but, with a frater-feeling strong,
here, heave a sigh.
is there a man, whose judgment clear
others teach the course to steer,
yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
wild as the wave,
here pause—and, thro' the starting tear,
survey this grave.
the poor inhabitant below
was quick to learn the wise to know,
and keenly felt the friendly glow,
and softer fme;
but thoughtless follies id him low,
and stain'd his name!
reader, attend! whether thy soul
soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
in low pursuit:
know, prudent, cautious, self-trol
is wisdom's root.
epitaph for robert aiken, esq.
know thou, er to the fame
of this much lov'd, much honoured name!
(for hat knew him need be told)
a warmer heart death ne'er made cold.
epitaph favin hamilton, esq.
the poor man weeps—here gavin sleeps,
whom ting wretches bm'd;
but with such as he, where'er he be,
may i be sav'd or damn'd!