INSCRIPTION VIII.

By Robert Southey

STRANGER! the MAN OF NATURE lies not here:

Enshrin'd far distant by hisrival's side

His relics rest, there by the giddy throng

With blind idolatry alike revered!

Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim feet

Explor'd the scenes of Ermenonville. ROUSSEAU

Loved these calm haunts of Solitude and Peace;

Here he has heard the murmurs of the stream,

And the soft rustling of the poplar grove,

When o'er their bending boughs the passing wind

Swept a grey shade. Here if thy breast be full,

If in thine eye the tear devout should gush,

His SPIRIT shall behold thee, to thine home

From hence returning, purified of heart.