Remembrance lives—it is my Pride, we met.
Oh! could I give that Day its proper Fame,
Not distant Ages should those Hours forget,
When I thy Friend—allow the Word—became;
And Honours new or old shall not efface that Name.
AN INSCRIPTION AT GUY’S CLIFF.
(October 11, 1824.)
Ye who come with hallowed Feet
To this grave, Time-honoured Seat,
Sit [ye] down in Passion’s Rest: