The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.