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XI. Epitaph for Mr THOMSON's Monument.

Could statues speak, no couplet were requir'd,
How poets liv'd by all mankind admir'd;
But speech deny'd, the letter-titled stone
Must tell of Thomson, what to all is known,
“With Attic fire that Scotia saw him burn,
“His cradle there, in Anglia claim'd his urn.”
Others to marble may their glory owe,
And boast those honours sculpture can bestow;
Short-liv'd renown, that every moment must
Sink with its emblem, and consume to dust;
But Thomson needs no artist to ingrave,
From dumb oblivion no device to save;
Such vulgar aids let names inferiour ask,
Nature for him assumes herself the task;
The Seasons are his monuments of fame,
With them to flourish, as from them it came.