Classic Poem

Preserve, thou sad and sole Trustee
Of my deare husband's Memory,
These reliques of my broken heart,
Which I am forced to impart,
For since he so untimely dy'd,
And living pledges was deny'd,
Since days of mourning soon are done
And Tears do perish as they run,
Nay, since my Grief at Length must dy
(For that's no longer liv'd then I)
His name can live no way but one,
In an abiding faithfull Stone

Tell then the unconcerned Eys
The value of thy Guest and Prize,
How good he was, usefull, and Just,
How kind, how faithfull to his trust,
Which known, and when their sence propounds
How mournfully a widdow sounds,
They may instructed go from thee,
To follow him, and pitty me.