Classic Poem

This humble grave though no proud structures grace,
Yet Truth and Goodness sanctify the place;
Yet blameless Virtue, that adorn'd thy bloom,
Lamented Maid! now weeps upon thy tomb.
O 'scap'd from life! O safe on that calm shore
Where sin, and pain, and passion, are no more!
What never wealth could buy, nor pow'r decree,
Regard and Pity wait sincere on thee:
Lo! soft Remembrance drops a pious tear,
And holy Friendship stands a mourner here.