The one long graved, the other just begun. These shall survive alike when son and sire Beneath one common stroke of fate expire: Perhaps their last memorial these alone, Denied in death a monumental stone, Whilst to the gale in mournful cadence wave 160 The sighing weeds that hide their nameless grave. I plunged to drown in noise my fond regret, And here my name, and many an early Some old companion of my early race, friend's, Advanced to claim his friend with honest joy, |