Epitaph on Mordecai Abbot Esq., An

Just , prudent, pious, generous Abbot's dust
Has found a sleeping place beneath this stone.
Earth, in thy bosom hide the precious trust,
Till his departed spirit claim its own.
How that returning soul will joy to see
Her body as immortal and as blest as she!
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