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EPITAPH .
When wretched parents weep for such a son,Their pride, their hope, their last surviving one;
When sisters shed the unavailing tear,
And a friend mourns with woe not less sincere;
How vain are worldly sources of relief,
The world owns nothing that can cure their grief.
But we have better comforts, we are sure—
As far as man can be so—he was pure;
Nor can they wish, who best his heart have known,
One word unuttered, or one deed undone.
Dear Walter! you have changed a world like this
For brighter joys, and never-fading bliss.
May he who watched, who sorrowed by your side,
Live as you lived, to die as you have died.
THE END.
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