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. 45 Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Mis'ry all he had a tear; He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd)-a friend. No farther 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. |