And you looked up to as the head;
What then? the king and hero dies;
And though ’tis said the great here lies,
’T might well be asked, “False marble, where?
Nothing but sordid dust lies here.”
Thus earth’s career, however grand,
When called before their judge to stand,
If not to God and Heaven resigned,
Ere to the tomb they were consigned,
Will prove no covering for the head,