Elegy upon His Tomb in Herndon-Hill Church, Erected by His Wife, Who Speaks, An
Take, gentle marble, to thy trust,
And keep untouched this sacred dust:
Grown moist sometimes, that I may see
Thou weep'st in sympathy with me;
And when by him I here shall sleep,
My ashes also safely keep.
And from rude hands preserve us both, until
We rise to Sion Mount from Herndon-Hill.
And keep untouched this sacred dust:
Grown moist sometimes, that I may see
Thou weep'st in sympathy with me;
And when by him I here shall sleep,
My ashes also safely keep.
And from rude hands preserve us both, until
We rise to Sion Mount from Herndon-Hill.
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