Found on a tombstone. Chris If with pleasure you are viewing, Any work a man is doing, If you love him or respect him, Tell him now. Don't withhold your approbation, Till the Parson's last oration, And he lies at rest, With lillies on his brow. For no matter how you shout it, He won't really care about it, Nor will he see the teardrops, You have shed. If a little praise is due him, Now's the time to slip it to him, For he cannot read his tombstone, When he's dead.