Epitaph
Topics: classic
Stop, Christian passer-by: Stop, child of God, And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C. That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death: Mercy for praise, to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same.
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