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EPITAPH IN WINDSOR CHURCH-YARD.
FEBRUARY 20, 1828.
Bright, tho' brief, were thy days on earth,
For the light of genius crown'd thee;
And we blessed thee for the sinless mirth
Which thy presence pour'd around thee.
For the light of genius crown'd thee;
And we blessed thee for the sinless mirth
Which thy presence pour'd around thee.
Darkly the cloud of sickness came,
And we saw thy beauty smitten;
And our weak hearts droop'd, tho' we knew thy name
In the Book of Life was written.
And we saw thy beauty smitten;
And our weak hearts droop'd, tho' we knew thy name
In the Book of Life was written.
But oh! as we knelt by thy dying bed,
And pray'd in vain to save thee,
By thy faith in Christ we were comforted,
And the strength His Spirit gave thee.
And pray'd in vain to save thee,
By thy faith in Christ we were comforted,
And the strength His Spirit gave thee.
Sadly we turn from thy resting-place
To the cold, hard world about us,
And gird our loins for the Christian race,
Which thou hast won without us.
To the cold, hard world about us,
And gird our loins for the Christian race,
Which thou hast won without us.
And we raise to Heaven our tearful eyes,
And feel thou watchest o'er us,
And shin'st like a star from thine own bright skies
On the path thou hast trod before us.
And feel thou watchest o'er us,
And shin'st like a star from thine own bright skies
On the path thou hast trod before us.
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