Nay, moves our pity, without thought of pains:
Much more shall real wants and cares of age
Our gentler passions in their cause engage; -
Drooping and burthen’d with a weight of years,
What venerable ruin man appears!
How worthy pity, love, respect, and grief -
He claims protection - he compels relief; -
And shall we send him from our view, to brave
The storms abroad, whom we at home might save,
And let a stranger dig our ancient brother’s grave?