Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father

    epitaph on my ever honoured father

    o ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,

    draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!

    here lie the loving husband's dear remains,

    the tender father, and the gen'rous friend;

    the pitying heart that felt for human woe,

    the dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;

    the friend of man—to vice alone a foe;

    for “ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.”