EPITAPH UNFINISHED.
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Great soul! for whom Death will no longer stay, But sends in haste to snatch our bliss away. O cruel Death! to those you take more kind, Than to the wretched mortals left behind! Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue shined, Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind. Inspirèd verse may on this marble live, But can no honour to thy ashes give—