Low On His Funeral Couch He Lies!

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

Can Storied Urn, Or Animated Bust Back To Its Mansion Call The Fleeting Breath? Can Honour's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flatt'ry Soothe The Dull Cold Ear Of Death?

Here Rests His Head Upon The Lap Of Earth, A Youth To Fortune And To Fame Unknown: Fair Science Frown'd Not On His Humble Birth, And Melancholy Mark'd Him For Her Own.

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.