Epitaph on the Countess Harriet Jenison
MAID OF HONOUR TO LOUISA, LANDGRAVINE OF HESSE DARMSTADT .
Stay, wanderer, stay, revere this hallowed sod,
'Tis dear to men, to angels, and to God:
Though back to Heaven he called th' immortal ray,
Dear to her Maker still is Harriet's clay:
Dear is the robe of dust that Harriet wore,
Dear are the earthy chains sweet Harriet's spirit bore.
That o'er her form each heavenly beauty glowed,
That from her heart each sacred feeling flowed,
Speak, kindred, parents, friends, Louisa , speak!
Louisa weeps, all other praise is weak;
She too may weep such tears as angels give,
We weep for her who dies, she weeps for us who live.
Stay, wanderer, stay, revere this hallowed sod,
'Tis dear to men, to angels, and to God:
Though back to Heaven he called th' immortal ray,
Dear to her Maker still is Harriet's clay:
Dear is the robe of dust that Harriet wore,
Dear are the earthy chains sweet Harriet's spirit bore.
That o'er her form each heavenly beauty glowed,
That from her heart each sacred feeling flowed,
Speak, kindred, parents, friends, Louisa , speak!
Louisa weeps, all other praise is weak;
She too may weep such tears as angels give,
We weep for her who dies, she weeps for us who live.
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