In vain let them guess what Alonzo must know,
Since friendship each action inspires;
His presence will tend to alleviate wo,
That done, it is all he desires.
VERSES
WRITTEN ON A FOREIGNER’S VISITING THE
GRAVE OF A SWISS GENTLEMAN, BURIED
AMONG THE DESCENDENTS OF SIR WILLIAM
WALLACE, GUARDIAN OF SCOTLAND
IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY.
OUR regal seat to Edward fallen a prey,
Our Chief’s insulted corse his victim lay;
Our ruin’d land no monument could raise;
Yet grateful bards still sung his heart-felt praise.