Take, best of parents, all a son can give
To one, who living, taught him how to live;
And, O may I, when number'd with the dead,
Deserve the praise that marks thy earthy bed!
--Ye, who the good man's name must still revere,
Know, that a virtuous brother's buried here:
Who envied none, pleas'd in his calm retreat;
And prov'd, tho' little known, man may be great.