Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

Haply some hoary-beaded swain may say,
" Oft have ve seen him at the peep of dawn
Bmshing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sua upon the upland lawn.
There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
"Diat wreathes its old faatastio roots so high.
His listless length at noontide would be stretch,
.4nd pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ;

Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn.
Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
One mom I miss'd bim on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath, and near his favonritfi tree ;

Another came ; nor yet beside the rill.
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ;

The next, with dirges due in sad array.
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay

Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."

THE EPITAPH.
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth, to Fortune and to Fame nnknown ;



DoUrrlbyGOOglC



) THOMAS GRAT.
Fair Science frown' d not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
vaa his bounty, and his aoul sincere,

en did a recompense as largely send ;

B to Misery all he had, a tear ;

Mn'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
her seek hia merits t^ disclose,
raw his frailties from their dread abode,
they alike in trembling hope repose)
josom of his Father and his God.
THE BARD.
