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EPITAPH. S. M.
DIED JUNE 17, 1804. AGED 24 YEARS.
Here, within this hallow'd earth,
Near the spot which gave thee birth,
So thy parting voice desir'd,
Sleep, from public haunt retir'd.
Near the spot which gave thee birth,
So thy parting voice desir'd,
Sleep, from public haunt retir'd.
Sleep, beloved! footstep rude
Never on thy rest intrude!
But we thy friends will softly tread,
And bless the ground where thou art laid.
Never on thy rest intrude!
But we thy friends will softly tread,
And bless the ground where thou art laid.
O! then the stealing tear shall tell
The worth of thee we lov'd so well:
And holier thoughts shall soothe our care,
As thus we breathe the humble pray'r:
The worth of thee we lov'd so well:
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As thus we breathe the humble pray'r:
Harmless as was thy life's brief day,
So pass my peaceful hours away!
And when my evening shall decline,
May my last end be calm as thine!
So pass my peaceful hours away!
And when my evening shall decline,
May my last end be calm as thine!
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