Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Gay Hope Is Theirs By Fancy Fed, Less Pleasing When Possest; The Tear Forgot As Soon As Shed, The Sunshine Of The Breast.

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

Can Honor's Voice Provoke The Silent Dust, Or Flattery Soothe The Dull, Cold Ear Of Death?

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.