Untimely death too oft attends the brave;
“The path of glory leads unto the grave.”
Too oft, when war's alarming din is o'er,
Want waits the hero on his natal shore;
And what's more dreadful to a gen'rous mind,
Scorn, from the basest, meanest of mankind:
But kinder fates, (and kinder fates are due,)
O, ever-honour'd W! distinguish you;
The laurels reap'd by G ANGES ' sacred flow,
In all their verdure still adorn your brow;
Respect and Plenty former labours crown,
And Envy mutters, They are fairly won.