IF loss of worth may draw the pitying tear,
stop, passenger, and pay that tribute here—
Here lies, whom all with justice did commend,
The rich man's pattern, and the poor man's friend ;
He cheer'd pale Indigence's bleak abode,
He oft remov'd Misfortune's galling load :
Nor was his bounty to one sect confin'd,
His goodness beam'd alike on all mankind ;
Now, lost in folly, all his virtues sleep,—
Let's mind his former worth, and o'er his frailties weep.
Note by the Author.—“Written on seeing a once worthy character lying in a state of inebriation in the street.”
[Semple 65]