Epitaphs IX. Pause, Courteous Spirit

"Pause, courteous Spirit!—Balbi supplicates" That Thou, with no reluctant voice, for him Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer A prayer to the Redeemer of the world. This to the dead by sacred right belongs; All else is nothing.—Did occasion suit To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb Would ill suffice: for Plato's lore sublime, And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite, Enriched and beautified his studious mind: With Archimedes also he conversed As with a chosen friend; nor did he leave Those laureat wreaths ungathered which the Nymphs Twine near their loved Permessus.—Finally, Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the songs Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old; And his Permessus found on Lebanon. A blessed Man! who of protracted days Made not, as thousands do, a vulgar sleep; But truly did He live his life. Urbino, Take pride in him!—O Passenger, farewell!