On James Robson, Who Died in the Twentieth Year of His Age, by a Fall from His Horse

To mark the hapless Youth's disastrous doom, The sorrow-wedded Father rears the tomb, On which a Mother wishes to express The mingled pride that swells with her distress: For he was all Affection could desire, All Duty ask'd, all Friendship could require: Simplicity was his, with strength of mind, With ev'ry milder influence combin'd; While Virtue, ardent to complete the whole, Diffus'd her magic colour o'er the soul!