Well some may hate and some may scorn

Well some may hate and some may scorn

And some may quite forget thy name

But my sad heart must ever mourn

Thy ruined heart, thy blighted fame

Twas thus I thought an hour ago

Even weeping in wretched woe

One word turned back my gushing tears

And lit my altered eye with sneers

Then bless the friendly dust I said

That hides thy late lamented head!

Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain

The slave of falsehood, pride and pain

My heart is nought akin to thine

Thy soul is powerless over mine

But these were thoughts that vanished too

Unwise, unholy, and untrue

Do I despise the timid deer

Because his limbs are fleet with fear?

Or would I mock the wolf's death howl

Because his form is gaunt and foul?

Or hear with joy, the leverets cry

Because it cannot bravely die?

No!

then above his memory

Let Pity's heart as tender be

Say 'Earth lie lightly on that breast

And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest!