Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay 115
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.”
THE EPITAPH.
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frown’d not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark’d him for her own. 120
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav’n did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,