This friendly duty, when my race be run;
}
'Twas first in trouble as in error pass'd,
}
Dark clouds and stormy cares whole years o'ercast,
}
But calm my setting day, and sunshine smiles at last:
My vices punish'd and my follies spent,
Not loth to die, but yet to live content,
I rest";—then, casting on the grave his eye,