When stern neglect has bent thee to her state,
With fond remembrance let the poet pay
One tribute to thy melancholy fate.
Haply some aged man may yet exclaim,
“Him I remember in his youthful pride,
When sober age ran riot at his name,
And roaring laughter held his bursting side.”
There at his home, the father, husband kind,
Oft have I noted his calm noon of life;
With humor chastened, and with wit refined,