“To thee, O venerable shade,
Who long hast In oblivion laid,
This pile I here erect;
A tribute small for what thou’st done.
Deign to accept the mean return,
Pardon the long neglect.
“To thy long labours, to thy care,
Thy sons deceased, thy present heir,
Their great possessions owe.
Spirit Divine, what thanks are due?
This will thy memory renew,
It’s all I can bestow.”