COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.

157

THE EPITAPH.

HERE refts 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.

Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n, 'twas all he wif'h'd, a
. Friend.

No farther feek his merits to discloſe,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repofe,)
The boſom of his Father and his God.

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NOTES.

COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. 157

THE EPITAPH.

Large was his bounty, and his foul vincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n, 'twas all he wish'd, a
. Friend.

No farther feek his merits to difclofe,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repofe,)
The bofom of his Father and his God.

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NOTES.

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