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EPITAPH
IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HERNE, KENT.
Sweet Babe, from griefs and dangers
Rest here for ever free;
We leave thy dust with strangers,
But oh, we leave not Thee.
Rest here for ever free;
We leave thy dust with strangers,
But oh, we leave not Thee.
Thy mortal sweetness, smitten
To scourge our souls for sin,
Is on our memory written,
And treasured deep therein;
To scourge our souls for sin,
Is on our memory written,
And treasured deep therein;
While that which is immortal
Fond Hope doth still retain,
And saith “At heaven's bright portal
Ye all shall meet again.”
Fond Hope doth still retain,
And saith “At heaven's bright portal
Ye all shall meet again.”
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