Once Musing O'Er An Old Effaced Stone, Longing To Know Whose Dust It Did Conceal, I Anxious Ponder'D O'Er What Might Reveal, And Sought The Seeming Date With Weeds O'Ergrown; But That Prov'D Fruitless--Both The Date And Name Had Been For Ages In Oblivion Thrown. The Dim Remains Of Sculptur'D Ornament Gave Proof Sufficient 'Twas Reward For Fame: This Did My Searching View So Much Torment, That Time I Question'D To Expose The Same; But Soon A Check--"And What Is It To Thee Whose Dust Lies Here?--Since Thou Wilt Quickly Be Forgot Like Him:--Then Time Shall Bid Thee Go To Heaven'S Pure Bliss, Or Hell'S Tormenting Woe."