E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.