With many a smile my solitude repay,
And chase the world’s ungenerous scorn away.
“And say, when summoned from the world and thee,
I lay my head beneath the willow tree,
Wilt thou, sweet mourner! at my stone appear,
And soothe my parted spirit lingering near?
Oh, wilt thou come, at evening hour to shed
The tears of Memory o’er my narrow bed;
With aching temples on thy hand reclined,
Muse on the last farewell I leave behind,