Classic Poem

ON MR. AIKMAN AND HIS ONLY SON ,

Who were both interred in the same Grave.

Dear to the wise and good, disprais'd by none,
Here sleep in peace the father and the son;
By virtue, as by nature, close allied,
The painter's genius, but without the pride;
Worth unambitious, wit afraid to shine,
Honour's clear light, and Friendship's warmth divine.
The son, fair rising, knew too short a date;
But, oh! how more severe the parent's fate!
He saw him torn, untimely, from his side,
Felt all a father's anguish, wept, and died!