A SON, a wife, bad the plain marble rise;
Beneath the sacred shade a good man lies;
In Britain's senate long unblam'd he sate
And anxious trembled for her doubtful fate
Above all giddy hopes all selfish ends
His country was his family and friends
Children weep not thus cruellv bereft
The fair example of his life is left
Another far mor lasting safe estate
Than e er descended from the rich and great
Their's fall to time or fortune soon a prey
Or the poor gift of kings kings snatch away
Your blest succession never can be less
Still as you imitate you still possess
By William Hamilton, 1760