Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd Mufe, The place of fame and elegy fupply: And many a holy text around she strews, For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd, Left the warm precincts of the chearful day, Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind? On fome fond breast the parting foul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Ev'n in our afhes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Doft in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit fhall inquire thy fate, Haply Multa etiam facri diffundit commata textûs, Queis meditans difcat vulgus agrefte mori Heu, quis enim dubiâ hâc dulcique excedere Juffus, et æternas jam fubiturus aquas, Defcendit nigram ad noctem, cupidufque fu Non faltem occiduam refpicit ore diem? Decedens alicui faltem mens fidit amico At tibi, qui tenui hoc deducis carmine fort ( 201 ) Huic aliquis forfan fenior refpondeat ultro, Sæpe fub hac fago, radices undique circum Sæpius hanc fylvam propter viridefque receffus Jam veluti demens, tacitis erraret in agris, Mane aderat nuper, tamen hunc nec viderat arbos, Tertia |