Theodore Aylward
(1730 - 1801)

Here rests his head
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Published in Aylward's collection of elegies and glees, Op. 2, London, c.1790.
Lyrics: Thomas Gray

Here rests his head upon a lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;
Fair Science frowned not at his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.

Large was his bounty and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send.
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gained from Heaven, 'twas all he wished, a friend.

No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.