  Here Gratio mingles with his kindred clay, Who liv'd contented, and who died resign'd; He let no slavish rules his actions sway, But the warm impulse of an honest mind. Of heav'n's free blessings he bestow'd a part, And open'd wide his hospitable gate; He fed the poor, for gen'rous was his heart; He sooth'd the sad, for pity was his mate. To him the boon of good old age was giv'n, And now, when parted from this world of woe, He rests in holy faith of God and heav'n, To meet that mercy which he gave below. MOSCHUS. Vignette
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