Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Lines 125-128
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
- Don't try to find out anything more about the dead speaker's good points.
- And don't try to dig up any dirt on his bad points, or frailties, either.
- Why not, you ask? Both his good and his bad points are in "repose," or resting, hoping for eternal life, in heaven with God. That's why not.