Classic Poem

Why in such thoughtless haste? O stay, and know,
The dust, now mould'ring here, once hurried, so!
If will , to serve, or art , to please mankind,
If being mild, just, gen'rous, and kind;
If harmless mirth, free friendship, stingless truth,
Unswerving judgment, and un-erring youth;
If these cou'd e're have brib'd the dart of death ,
This grave's gay tenant still had kept his breath:
Stay, then! and lend one sigh, to mourn his fate,
So may your loss be griev'd! so may your death be late.