Thy Relics, Rowe, To This Fair Urn We Trust, And Sacred Place By Dryden'S Awful Dust: Beneath A Rude And Nameless Stone He Lies, To Which Thy Tomb Shall Guide Inquiring Eyes. Peace To Thy Gentle Shade, And Endless Rest! Blest In Thy Genius, In Thy Love, Too, Blest! One Grateful Woman To Thy Fame Supplies What A Whole Thankless Land To His Denies.