And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honored, and b…

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud sha…

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.