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."[1]
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Goldsmith.-R.B.