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.”