Well some may hate and some may scorn
And some may quite forget thy name
But my sad heart must ever mourn
Thy ruined heart, thy blighted fame

Twas thus I thought an hour ago
Even weeping in wretched woe
One word turned back my gushing tears
And lit my altered eye with sneers

Then bless the friendly dust I said
That hides thy late lamented head!
Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain
The slave of falsehood, pride and pain

My heart is nought akin to thine
Thy soul is powerless over mine
But these were thoughts that vanished too
Unwise, unholy, and untrue

Do I despise the timid deer
Because his limbs are fleet with fear?
Or would I mock the wolf's death howl
Because his form is gaunt and foul?
Or hear with joy, the leverets cry
Because it cannot bravely die?

No!

then above his memory
Let Pity's heart as tender be
Say 'Earth lie lightly on that breast
And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest!