- When, to their airy hall, my fathers voice
- Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
- When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride,
- Or, dark in mist, descend the mountains side;
- Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns,
- To mark the spot where earth to earth returns!
- No lengthend scroll, no praise-encumberd stone;
- My epitaph shall be my name alone:
- If that with honour fail to crown my clay,
- Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay!
- That, only that, shall single out the spot;
- By that rememberd, or with that forgot.
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