MS: 'Epitaph on My Father'

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MS: 'Epitaph on My Father'

Epitaph on My Father

O Ye who sympathize with virtue’s pains
Draw near with pious rev’rence and attend,
Here lye the loving husband’s dear remains,
The tender Father and the gen’rous friend

The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride,
The friend of man, to vice alone a foe,
“For even his failings lean’d to Virtue’s side


The last line from Goldsmith’s Deserted Village

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