“PAUSE, COURTEOUS SPIRIT!— BALBI SUPPLICATES "

Pause, courteous Spirit!— Balbi supplicates

That Thou, with no reluctant voice, for him

Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer

A prayer to the Redeemer of the world.

This to the dead by sacred right belongs;

All else is nothing.— Did occasion suit

To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb

Would ill suffice: for Plato's lore sublime,

And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite,

Enriched and beautified his studious mind:

With Archimedes also he conversed

As with a chosen friend; nor did he leave

Those laureat wreaths ungathered which the Nymphs

Twine near their loved Permessus.— Finally,

Himself above each lower thought uplifting,

His ears he closed to listen to the songs

Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old;

And his Permessus found on Lebanon.

A blessed Man! who of protracted days

Made not, as thousands do, a vulgar sleep;

But truly did He live his life. Urbino,

Take pride in him!— O Passenger, farewell!