Richer than misers o'er their countless hoards, <br />Nobler than kings, or king-polluted lords, <br />Here dwelt the man of Ross! O trav'ller, hear, <br />Departed merit claims a reverent tear. <br />If 'neath this roof thy wine-cheered moments pass, <br />Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass: <br />To higher zest shall mem'ry wake thy soul, <br />And virtue mingle in th' ennobled bowl. <br />But if, like mine thro' life's distressful scene <br />Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been; <br />And if, thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught, <br />Thou journeyest onward tempest-tost in thought; <br />Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt, <br />And dream of goodness thou hast never felt!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-at-the-king-s-arms-ross-formerly-the-house-of-the-man-of-ross/
