And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close,

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.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye, Such Is The Race Of Man; And They That Creep, And They That Fly, Shall End Where They Began, Alike The Busy And The Gay, But Flutter Through Life's Little Day.

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

Can Honor's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flattery Soothe The Dull, Cold Ear Of Death?

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene The Dark Unfathom'd Caves Of Ocean Bear: Full Many A Flower Is Born To Blush Unseen, And Waste Its Sweetness On The Desert Air.