38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father

 O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
 Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend!
Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains,
 The tender father, and the gen’rous friend;
The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
 The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride;
The friend of man-to vice alone a foe;
 For “ev’n his failings lean’d to virtue’s side.” 1


 Note 1. Goldsmith.—R. B. [back]

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