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[Moses Fiske: Epitaph]
Braintrey! thy Prophet's gone. This tomb interrsThe Reverend Moses Fisk his Sacred herse,
Adore Heav'ns praise-ful art that form'd the man,
Who souls, not to himself, but Christ oft won,
Sail'd thro' the straits with Peter's family,
Renownd, and Gaius' hospitality
Paules patience, James his prudence, Johns sweet love
Is landed, enter'd, clear'd, and crown'd Above.
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