Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to misery all he had — a tear;
He gain'd from Heaven —‘ twas all he wish'd — a friend.
No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
( There they alike in trembling hope repose )
The bosom of his Father and his God.