Classic Poem

Ye whose soft hearts the choicest feelings sway,
With tender sympathy this tomb survey;
This honour'd dust, when animated, mov'd,
To all that sentiment, and virtue lov'd;
Once bless'd with every better joy below,
Yet ever ready from this world to go!
By illness toward the close of life confin'd,
Still chearful, pious, patient, and resign'd.
Religion's sacred laws rever'd through life,
She shone the kindest parent, friend, and wife;
In every varied walk she kept in view
God's will, and dying, to his bosom flew.
O! be this lesson on your hearts imprest,
Like her be virtuous, you'll like her be blest.