LIE here, without a record of thy worth, br Beneath a covering of the common earth! br It is not from unwillingness to praise, br Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise; br More thou deserv'st; but 'this' man gives to man, br Brother to brother, 'this' is all we can. br Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear br Shall find thee through all changes of the year: br This Oak points out thy grave; the silent tree br Will gladly stand a monument of thee. br We grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; br And willingly have laid thee here at last: br For thou hadst lived till everything that cheers br In thee had yielded to the weight of years; br Extreme old age had wasted thee away, br And left thee but a glimmering of the day; br Thy ears were deaf, and feeble were thy knees,-- br I saw thee stagger in the summer breeze, br Too weak to stand against its sportive breath, br And ready for the gentlest stroke of death.