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EPITAPH ON A YOUNG LADY by DAVID MALLET

First Line: THIS HUMBLE GRAVE THOUGH NO PROUD STRUCTURE GRACES
Last Line: AND HOLY FRIENDSHIP STANDS A MOURNER HERE.
Subject(s): EPITAPHS; GRAVES; TOMBS; TOMBSTONES;
This humble grave though no proud structures grace,
Yet Truth and Goodness sanctify the place;
Yet blameless Virtue that adorned thy bloom,
Lamented maid, now weeps upon thy tomb.
O 'scaped from life! O safe on that calm shore,
Where sin, and pain, and passion are no more!
What never Wealth could buy, nor Power decree,
Regard and Pity, wait sincere on thee.
Lo! soft Remembrance drops a pious tear;
And holy Friendship stands a mourner here.



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