 | Poems on several grave and important subjects (1719) |  |
Epitaph
For my BROTHER's Tomb.
I
Mitchell , the Brother and the Friend,To Heav'n, his native Clime, is gone;
And left his Ashes here behind,
Distinguish'd by this sacred Stone.
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II
His better part with true DelightEnjoys the bless'd Rewards of toil:
No more the Flesh retards his Flight;
No Pow'r can now his Pleasure spoil.
III
'Till he again to Earth returnIn triumph at the final Day,
Let Angels watch his humble Urn,
And keep untouch'd his mortal Clay.
IV
May no dire Horrours of a ShadeCome near the Youth's protected Tomb;
Sweet be his Slumbers, soft his Bed,
And all his Dreams of Bliss to come.
| Poems on several grave and important subjects (1719) | |