THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.
What heart but feels his sweetly-moral lay,
That leads to truth through pleasure's flowery way!
Celestial themes confess'd his tuneful aid;
And Heaven, that lent him genius, was repaid.
Needless to him the tribute we bestow --
The transitory breath of fame below:
More lasting rapture from his works shall rise,
While Converts thank their poet in the skies.
More verses by Oliver Goldsmith
- Description Of An Author's Bedchamber
- An Epigram
- On The Death Of The Right Hounourable ---
- Epilogue To 'The Sister'
- From 'she Stoops To Conquer' A Song