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.

RIP