Epitaph On My Own Friend And My Fathers

  epitaph on my own friend and my father's friend, wm. muir in tarbolton mill
  an honest man here lies at rest
  as e'er god with his image blest;
  the friend of man, the friend of truth,
  the friend of age, and guide of youth:
  few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd,
  few heads with knowledge so informed:
  if there's another world, he lives in bliss;
  if there is none, he made the best of this.