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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

[Footnote 1: Goldsmith.—R.B.]