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 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.