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EPITAPH by JOHN WOLCOTT

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First Line: BENEATH THIS TURF, IN SWEET REPOSE
Last Line: "AND VIRTUE WAITS TO WELCOME THINE."
Subject(s): EPITAPHS;
"Beneath this turf, in sweet repose,
The friend of all—a fair one lies—
Yet hence let sorrow vent her woes,
Far hence let pity pour her sighs.

Though every hour thy life approved,
The muse the strain of grief forbears,
Nor wishes, though by all beloved,
To call thee to a world of tears.

Best of thy sex! alas, farewell!
From this dark scene removed, to shine
Where purest shades of mortals dwell,
And virtue waits to welcome thine."



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