Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
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.
And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
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.