TH' old man, our amiable old man is gone— Second in harmless pleasantry to none. Ye, once his pupils, who with rev'rence just View'd him, as all that were his pupils must, Whether, his health yet firm, he gently strove To rear and form you with a parent's love, Or worn with age, and pleas'd to be at large, He came still mindful of his former charge, To smile on this glad circle ev'ry year, And charm you with his humour, drop a tear. Simplicity grac'd all his blameless life, And he was kind, and gentle, hating strife. Content was the best wealth he ever shar'd, Though all men pay'd him love, and @3one,@1 reward. Ye titles! we have here no need of you, Go, give the Great ones their eulogium due, If Fortune more on others chose to shine, 'Twas not in Him to murmur or repine. Placid old man! the turf upon thy breast, May it lie lightly, sacred be thy rest; Though, living, thou hadst none thy fame to spread, Nor ev'n a stone to chronicle thee, dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SWEET LULLABY by NICHOLAS BRETON THE RETIREMENT; TO MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON PRIAPUS AND THE POOL: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK |