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<p style="text-align:center;">Epitaph<br> | <p style="text-align:center;">Epitaph<br> | ||
Mary<br> | Mary<br> | ||
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True filial Excellence, of Life so brief,<br> | True filial Excellence, of Life so brief,<br> | ||
Claims the full tribute of no common Grief:<br> | Claims the full tribute of no common Grief:<br> | ||
| − | Here Friendship, form' | + | Here Friendship, form'd by Nature's sweetest Tie,<br> |
And hallow'd e'en by Heaven's approving Eye,<br> | And hallow'd e'en by Heaven's approving Eye,<br> | ||
[paper ripped]ents the dearest Joys, Affection gave,<br> | [paper ripped]ents the dearest Joys, Affection gave,<br> | ||
Lost in the darkness of a Daughters Grave.<br> | Lost in the darkness of a Daughters Grave.<br> | ||
| − | Pity absolves the Parent thus | + | Pity absolves the Parent thus oercome;<br> |
Her Reason crushed, her Resignation dumb:<br> | Her Reason crushed, her Resignation dumb:<br> | ||
No human Comforters such pangs controul;<br> | No human Comforters such pangs controul;<br> | ||
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Epitaph
Mary
Daughter of William & of Paulina Lushington
born Oct.r 7th.1771 died Feby- 5th.1797
Blame not, ye calm observers of Distress,
A mother sorrowing to a fond Excess!
True filial Excellence, of Life so brief,
Claims the full tribute of no common Grief:
Here Friendship, form'd by Nature's sweetest Tie,
And hallow'd e'en by Heaven's approving Eye,
[paper ripped]ents the dearest Joys, Affection gave,
Lost in the darkness of a Daughters Grave.
Pity absolves the Parent thus oercome;
Her Reason crushed, her Resignation dumb:
No human Comforters such pangs controul;
But Seraphs whisper to the Mourners Soul.
"Raise thy sunk Eye to Her, in sainted Rest,
Whose Beauty charmed Thee, whose Perfection blest;
Whose Voice, now joining the Seraphic Quire,
To Thee was soothing, as Devotion's Lyre!
See Her exalted from the Mists of Earth
To radiant Recompence for spotless Worth!
And let her Merit (still thy graceful Pride:)
Prove, to the Throne of Truth, her Parents guide!"