George Murdock

WHO DIED IN 1812.

A LIFE beneficent, mild, useful, just,
Marked him who rests below; the warm good-will
Of all who knew him, and the tear that springs
E'en now at memory's bidding from the heart,
Warmly attest his worth. His, too, at death —
Rich fruit of such a life — was the calm hour
When conscience breathes that whisper to the soul
Which speaks of peace, and prompts the humble hope
Of heaven's benign acceptance. Thus to live,
And thus to die, O, reader! be thy care.
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