He pass’d in madd’ning pain, Life’s fev’rish dream;
While rays of Genius only serv’d to show
The thick’ning horror, and exalt his woe.
Ye walls that echo’d to his frantic moan,
Guard the due records of this graceful stone!
Strangers to him, enamour’d of his lays,
This fond memorial to his talents raise;
For this the ashes of a Bard require,
Who touch’d the tend’rest notes of Pity’s lyre:
Who join’d pure faith to strong poetic powers;