Inscription V. For A Monument At Silbury-Hill.

This mound in some remote and dateless day Rear'd o'er a Chieftain of the Age of Hills, May here detain thee Traveller! from thy road Not idly lingering. In his narrow house Some Warrior sleeps below: his gallant deeds Haply at many a solemn festival The Bard has harp'd, but perish'd is the song Of praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downs The wind that passes and is heard no more. Go Traveller on thy way, and contemplate Glory's brief pageant, and remember then That one good deed was never wrought in vain.