Glorious hero, may thy grave Peace and honour ever have; After all thy pains and woes, Rest eternal, sweet repose! The virgins, too, shall on their feastful days Visit his tomb with flow'rs, and there bewail His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice. Bring the laurels, bring the bays, Strew his hearse, and strew the ways. May ev'ry hero fall like thee, Through sorrow to felicity.