Where weeping yews and nodding cypress wave

Where weeping yews and nodding cypress wave In awful gloom, around thy mossy grave, Let nymphs and shepherds yearly tribute bring, And strew the earliest vi'lets of the spring. Let fairy-footsteps trace the midnight round, And guard from ev'ry ill the hallow'd ground; There drooping love and friendship oft appear, And virtue greets thine ashes with a tear.