text:  Ask what is left? their names forgotten now? Their birth their fortune? not a trace to show Where sleeps their dust? Go seek the blest abode Their mind's pure joy the bosom of their God! Then tell if in the dull cold prison's air And wasted to a living shadow there Earth scarcely knew them! if they were alone Where they were cast to pine away unknown? Friends had they none? nor beam'd a wish to share Love friendship and to breathe the common air