Classic Poem

Beneath a marble, by Flaminius' way
Lies Glaucias, whom Melior made free,
For well he loved him in his little day;
All knew his fame and mourned his fate — for he
Was pure in soul and modest, fair to see,
And rich in every dower of heart and head,
Yet only twelve full summers he had known
And, ere the next was done, the child was dead.
Hast thou a tear to drop above the stone?
Be that the last that ever thou shalt shed.