Inscription 04 - For a Monument at Silbury-Hill

This mound in some remote and dateless dayRear'd o'er a Cheiftain of the Age of Hills,May here detain thee Traveller! from thy roadNot idly lingering. In his narrow houseSome Warrior sleeps below: his gallant deedsHaply at many a solemn festivalThe Bard has harp'd, but perish'd is the songOf praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downsThe wind that passes and is heard no more.Go Traveller, and remember when the pompOf earthly Glory fades, that one good deed,Unseen, unheard, unnoted by mankind,Lives in the eternal register of Heaven.