On James Robson, Who Died in the Twentieth Year of His Age, by a Fall from His Horse

To mark the hapless Youth's disastrous doom,
The sorrow-wedded Father rears the tomb,
On which a Mother wishes to express
The mingled pride that swells with her distress:
For he was all Affection could desire,
All Duty ask'd, all Friendship could require:
Simplicity was his, with strength of mind,
With ev'ry milder influence combin'd;
While Virtue, ardent to complete the whole,
Diffus'd her magic colour o'er the soul!