One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet befide the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: The next with dirges due in fad array Slow thro' the church-way path we faw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the ftone, beneath yon aged thorn*.* In the first edition of this poem, the following beautiful lines were inferted immediately before the epitaph; but they have been fince omitted, as the parenthesis was thought too long: There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, THE THE EPITAPH. HERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere, 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. * Paventofa fpeme. FINI S. PETRARCH, Son. 114. |