Wiped off the tear from Sorrow's clouded eye
With kindly hand, and taught her heart to smile.
Mallet's Excursion.
Send for a plate of copper to be nailed on the tree at the foot of his grave, with this inscription:
Still shall thy grave with rising flowers be dressed
And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast;
There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow,
There the first roses of the year shall blow,
While angels with their silver wings o'ershade
The ground now sacred by thy reliques made.