To mark the spot, frown'd o'er him.
I wept—to think my fellow-man,
(To madness often driven,)
Pursue false Glory's phantoms, then
Lose happiness and heaven:
I wept—for oh! it seem'd to be
A mournful moral meant for me!
But lo! an aged traveller came,
By Wisdom sent to guide me,
Experience was the pilgrim's name,