PAUSE, courteous Spirit!--Balbi supplicates That Thou, with no reluctant voice, for him Here laid in mortal darkness, wouldst prefer A prayer to the Redeemer of the world. This to the dead by sacred right belongs; All else is nothing.--Did occasion suit To tell his worth, the marble of this tomb Would ill suffice: for Plato's lore sublime, And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite, Enriched and beautified his studious mind: 10 With Archimedes also he conversed As with a chosen friend, nor did he leave Those laureat wreaths ungathered which the Nymphs Twine near their loved Permessus.--Finally, Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the songs Which Sion's Kings did consecrate of old; And his Permessus found on Lebanon. A blessed Man! who of protracted days Made not, as thousands do, a vulgar sleep; 20 But truly did 'He' live his life. Urbino, Take pride in him!--O Passenger, farewell!
