Yet ne’er shall time thy fond remembrance raze,
Thy worth shall live in ev’ry virtuous breast;
The spotless purity that mark’d thy days,
A lasting epitaph hath there imprest.
Full oft at eve, while social circles meet,
And cheat with various lore the passing hour;
With pensive eyes we mark thy vacant seat,
And thy lost converse fruitlessly deplore.
Tho’ thy instructive voice no more we hear,
Thy blameless life shall not unuseful teach;