Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;

Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;

Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, - a tear;

He gained from heaven - 'twas all he wished - a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode, -

(There they, alike,' in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.