the epitaph
s, passenr! y story&039;s brief,
and truth i shall rete, an;
i tell nae on tale o&039; grief,
for atthew was a great an
if thou unon rit hast,
yet spurn&039;d at fortune&039;s door, an;
a look of pity hither cast,
for atthew was a poor an
if thou a noble dr art,
that passest by this grave, an;
there oulders here a galnt heart,
for atthew was a brave an
if thou on n, their works and ways,
canst throw unon light, an;
here lies wha weel had won thy praise,
for atthew was a bright an
if thou, at friendship&039;s sacred ca&039;,
wad life itself resign, an:
thy sypathetic tear aun fa&039;,
for atthew was a kd an
if thou art staunch, without a sta,
like the unchangg be, an;
this was a ksan o&039; thy a,
for atthew was a true an
if thou hast wit, and fun, and fire,
and ne&039;er guid e did fear, an;
this was thy billie, da, and sire,
for atthew was a eer an
if ony whiggish, whg&039; t,
to b poor atthew dare, an;
ay dool and rrow be his lot,
for atthew was a rare an
but now, his radiant urse is run,
for atthew&039;s was a bright one!
his ul was like the glorio sun,
a atchless, heavenly light, an
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