a bard&039;s epitaph
is there a whi-spired fool,
owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
owre bte to seek, owre proud to snool,
let hi draw near;
and owre this grassy heap sg dool,
and drap a tear
is there a bard of rtic ng,
who, noteless, steals the crowds aong,
that weekly this area throng,
o, pass not by!
but, with a frater-feelg strong,
here, heave a sigh
is there a an, whose judgnt clear
can others teach the urse to steer,
yet runs, hiself, life&039;s ad career,
wild as the wave,
here pae—and, thro&039; the startg tear,
survey this grave
the poor habitant below
was ick to learn the wise to know,
and keenly felt the friendly glow,
and fter f;
but thoughtless follies id hi low,
and sta&039;d his na!
reader, attend! whether thy ul
ars fancy&039;s flights beyond the pole,
or darklg grubs this earthly hole,
low pursuit:
know, prudent, cautio, self-ntrol
is wisdo&039;s root
epitaph for robert aiken, esq
know thou, o stranr to the fa
of this uch lov&039;d, uch honoured na!
(for none that knew hi need be told)
a warr heart death ne&039;er ade ld
epitaph for gav hailton, esq
the poor an weeps—here gav sleeps,
who cantg wretches b&039;d;
but with such as he, where&039;er he be,
ay i be sav&039;d or dan&039;d!
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