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 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did read more 
 His form was of the manliest beauty,
 His heart was kind and soft,
  Faithful, below, he did his duty;
   But now he's gone aloft. 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of read more 
 And the voice of men shall call,
 "He is fallen like us all,
  Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
   And thine epitaph shall be--
    "He was wretched ev'n as we;"
     And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land. 
 Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
 The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
  The time read more 
 Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
 The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
  The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
   And Isaac Greentree rise above them all. 
 If e'er she knew an evil thought
 She spoke no evil word:
  Peace to the gentle! She read more 
 If e'er she knew an evil thought
 She spoke no evil word:
  Peace to the gentle! She hath sought
   The bosom of her Lord. 
 Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
 Death came with friendly care;
  The opening bud to Heaven read more 
 Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
 Death came with friendly care;
  The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
   And bade it blossom there. 
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
 And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
 "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."  
 And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
 "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he." 
 A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not 
sufficient.
 [Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui read more 
 A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not 
sufficient.
 [Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.] 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the read more 
 Loe here the precious dust is layd;
 Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
  So fine that it the guest betray'd.
   Else the soule grew so fast within,
    It broke the outward shall of sinne
     And so was hatch'd a cherubin.