Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

No Further Seek His Merits To Disclose, Or Draw His Frailties From Their Dread Abode (there They Alike In Trembling Hope Repose), The Bosom Of His Father And His God.

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.