Epitaph, On His Father and Mother, Mr. Edward and Mrs. Mary Stennett, An

Here lies an holy, and an happy pair:
As once in grace, they now in glory share:
They dar'd to suffer, but they fear'd to sin;
And meekly bore the cross, the crown to win:
So liv'd, as not to be afraid to die;
So dy'd, as heirs of immortality.

Reader, attend: tho dead, they speak to thee;
Tread the same path, the same thine end shall be.
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