Long ages hence her hero still she’ll mourn;
Still her brave sons with emulation burn.
His spirit guarding still our native place,
Proclaims this mandate to his latest race:
“Let sacred truth bid living fame be thine;
“Ne’er trust for honour to a sculptur’d shrine.
“Those modest merits marbles ne’er impart,
“Love writes them deepest on the human heart.”
Thus mid thy race did their lov’d Henry dwell,
Whose dust shall mix thy memory with Tell[3]: