[01:46.94]When, to their airy hall, my Fathers' voice
[01:51.61]Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
[01:56.60]When, pois'd upon the gale, my form shall ride,
[02:01.85]Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side;
[02:06.32]Oh! may my shade behold no sculptur'd urns,
[02:11.53]To mark the spot where earth to earth returns!
[02:16.10]No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone;
[02:20.38]My 'epitaph' shall be my name alone:
[02:24.43]If 'that' with honour fail to crown my clay,
[02:33.48]Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay!
[02:43.87]'That', only 'that', shall single out the spot;
[02:51.69]By that remember'd, or with that forgot.