And Revelations to the world reveal’d.
He sleeps i’ the aisle, - but not a stone records
His name or fame, his actions or his words:
And truth, your reverence, when I look around,
And mark the tombs in our sepulchral ground
(Though dare I not of one man’s hope to doubt),
I’d join the party who repose without.
“Next came a Youth from Cambridge, and in truth
He was a sober and a comely youth;
He blush’d in meekness as a modest man,