epitaph on my ever honoured father

  o ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,

  draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!

  here lie the loving husband's dear remains,

  the tender father, and the gen'rous friend;

  the pitying heart that felt for human woe,

  the dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;

  the friend of man—to vice alone a foe;

  for “ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.”