Epitaph On My Ever Honoured Father

    epitaph on my ever honoured father
    o ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
    draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
    here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
    the tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
    the pitying heart that felt for human woe,
    the dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
    the friend of man—to vice alone a foe;
    for “ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.”