From life's oppression freed.

An early death was Elliott's [23] doom;
I saw his opening virtues bloom,
And manly sense unfold,
Too soon to fade! I bade the stone
Record his name 'midst Hordes unknown,
Unknowing what it told.

To thee, perhaps, the fates may give--
I wish they may--in health to live,
Herds, flocks, and fruitful fields,
Thy vacant hours in mirth to shine;
With these, the muse already thine
Her present bounties yields.

For me, O Shore! I only claim
To merit, not to seek for fame,
The good and just to please,
A state above the fear of want,
Domestic love, Heaven's choicest grant,
Health, leisure, peace, and ease.

[Footnote 22: Lord Clive committed suicide 1774.]

[Footnote 23: Mr. Elliott died in October, 1778, on his way to
Nangpore, the capital of Moodagees Boofla's dominions, being deputed
on an embassy to that prince by the Governor-General and Council; a
monument was erected to his memory on the spot where he was buried,
and the Marattas have since built a town there, called Elliott