Is now forgotten! for no trophied tomb
Tells of his bold exploits; such heraldry
Befits not humble worth: For pomp and praise
Wait in the gilded palaces of Pride
To dress Ambition’s Slaves. Yet, on his grave,
The unmark’d resting place of Valour’s Sons,
The morning beam shines lust’rous; The meek flow’r
Still drops the twilight tear, and the night breeze
Moans melancholy music!
Then, to Me,