Epitaph On Mr. Head

ON MR. HEAD .

O H spare his youth, O stay thy threatening hand,
Nor break too soon young wedlock's early band!
But if his gentle and ingenuous mind,
The generous temper, and the taste refin'd,
A soul unconscious of corruption's stain,
If learning, wit, and genius plead in vain,
O let the mourning Bride, to stop thy spear,
Oppose the meek resistance of a tear!
And when to soothe thy force his virtues fail,
Let weeping faith and widow'd love prevail!
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