Hail! all the ancient fathers of the name,
Too soon thou'rt gone to them.
In long resounding airs
Let honour fill the lays,
And give what friendship feels,
To truth and worth like his.
Thus to the hallow'd isle
Give all that earth can claim;
In happier summits while
His spirit roams above,
And, rapt amidst the sky,
Sees thousand worlds below,
Or with enlighten'd eye
Takes in unbounded space.