Here you will find the Poem On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton of poet William Cowper
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my brow. But I, or e'er that season come, Escaped from every care, Shall reach my refuge in the tomb, And sleep securely there." So sang, in Roman tone and style, The youthful bard, ere long Ordained to grace his native isle With her sublimest song. Who then but must conceive disdain, Hearing the deed unblest, Of wretches who have dared profane His dread sepulchral rest? Ill fare the hands that heaved the stones Where Milton's ashes lay, That trembled not to grasp his bones And steal his dust away! O ill-requited bard! neglect Thy living worth repaid, And blind idolatrous respect As much affronts thee dead.