“_Then let the Book receive in these prompt lines
A just memorial; and thine eyes consent
To read that they who mark their course behold
A life declining with the golden light
Of summer in the season of sere leaves;
See cheerfulness undamped by stealing Time;
See studied kindness flow with easy stream,
Illustrated with inborn courtesy;
And an habitual disregard of self
Balanced by vigilance for others’ weal._”