Classic Poem

FAREWELL , old Calens, canny all thy life,
By birth, by issue, and a virtuous wife;
By gifts of mind, and fortune from above,
The fruits of Ceres, and the country's love;
Just, kind, and honest, to thy fatal breath,
Prudent thy life, and patient was thy death;
Thou left this world with pleasure more than pain,
Alas! the loss was ours, but thine the gain,
With true remorse for thy frail youthful errors,
Which made thee fearless face the king of terrors.
This tomb of paper praise, which I erect,
May show thy worth, and my unfeigned respect,
But these fresh thriving branches sprung from thee,
Will live thy lasting monument to be;
To whom I recommend my mournful verse,
To be with funeral tears strew'd on thy hearse.