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.

No further 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.

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

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

Commerce changes entirely the fate and genius of nations, by communicating arts and opinions, circulating money, and introducing the materials of luxury; she first opens and polishes the mind, then corrupts and enervates both that and the body.