Which glows with Humanity’s Power.
ASPIRATION
OVER THE TOMB OF AN AMIABLE FRIEND.
If honour, prudence, piety combin’d,
A noble nature, and an humble mind,
Esteem’d whilst living, claim, while dead, a tear,
The Muse is justified who pays it here.
For, O, if all which virtue ever gave
Could save her vot’ries from th’ insatiate grave,
Whom here I mourn had now in this sad hour