Lines left at North Hinton

Whoe'er thou art! by Heaven's all-righteous pow'r,Shall here ordain to pass the-silent hour,In these sequester'd shades, may truth impartHer purest, noblest lessons to thy heart!And sweet angelic Hope, that balm disclose,Which calm approving Virtue only knows:If keen Remorse thy tortur'd soul corrode,May Virtue lead thee to her bright abode!From Fearon learn—in fervent Jackson viewReligion's power, and all her meekness too!—And oh! if Pity comes, a weeping guest,Turn not, oh stranger, from her soft request;For Charity's dear sake, extend thy careTo the poor Orphan, and the Widow's pray'r!The sweet remembrance, Sorrow shall disarm,And give to barren wealth a nobler charm;That cordial, even in death, thy soul shall cheer,And Mercy stand a smiling Angel near!

Remembrance, on this conscious day,With softest light shall shine,And Gratitude's celestial rayShall make its beams divine!