How sleep the brave, who sink 2 rest
By all their countrys wishes blest
Wen Spring with dewy fingers cold
Returns 2 deck their hallowd mould
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancys feet have ever trod
By fairy hands their knell iz rung
There Honour comez a pilgrim gray
To bless the turf that wraps their clay
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there