Classic Poem

FORT. B. ESQ .

A Gentleman whom Indigence never solicited in vain.

Ever green be the sod o'er kind Tom of the wood,
 Forthe poor man he ever supplied;
We may weel say, alas! for our ain scant of grace,
 That we reckt not his worth till he died:

Though no rich marble bust mimics grief o'er his dust,
 Yet fond memory his virtues will save,
Oft at lone twilight hour, sad remembrance shall pour
 Her sorrows, unfeign'd, o'er his grave.