His temper lively, yet as mild
And harmless as a new-born child.
He never slandered friend or foe,
Nor triumph’d in another’s woe;
And tho’, when young, he us’d to roam,
For years he lov’d his little home:
Securely there he laid him down,
Nor fear’d the world’s ill-natur’d frown;
No wild ambitious thoughts possest
His quiet, unaspiring breast.