THE EPITAPH.

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 Misery all he had, a tear;

He gain'd from Heaven (‘ 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.