Poems by Three Friends | ||
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EPITAPH.
If worth departed claims the Christian's sighs,Here pause and weep, for here a Christian lies.
Her gentle spirit sought the poor to bless,
To bind up sorrow's wounds, and heal distress.
For this, shall Grief with tears bedew her sod,
And heaven-born Mercy plead her cause with God.
Poems by Three Friends | ||