Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
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.