Lines on the Man of Ross

RICHER than Miser o'er his countless hoards,Nobler than Kings, or king-polluted Lords,Here dwelt the Man of Ross! O Trav'ller, hear!Departed Merit claims a reverent tear.Beneath this roof if thy cheer'd moments pass,Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass:

To higher zest shall Mem'ry wake thy soul,And Virtue mingle in th' ennobled bowl.But if, like me, thro' life's distressful sceneLonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been;And if, thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught,Thou journeyest onward tempest-tost in thought;Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt,And dream of Goodness, thou hast never felt!