For What I Have Publish'd, I Can

Truth Needs Not Flowers Of Speech.

If I Am Right, Thy Grace Impart Still In The Right To Stay; If I Am Wrong, O, Teach My Heart To Find That Better Way!

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Statesman, Yet Friend To Truth! Of Soul Sincere, In Action Faithful, And In Honour Clear; Who Broke No Promise, Serv'd No Private End, Who Gain'd No Title, And Who Lost No Friend.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!