And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
The still small voice of gratitude.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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.
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.