Epitaph on a young Man, who died three Days after he was married
All flesh is grass—Important truth!
Nor dare we boast of health or youth,
The nuptial bed I scarce had trod,
'Ere summon'd forth to meet my God ,
Compell'd to leave my weeping bride,
Sunk from her tender arms, and dy'd.
Nor dare we boast of health or youth,
The nuptial bed I scarce had trod,
'Ere summon'd forth to meet my God ,
Compell'd to leave my weeping bride,
Sunk from her tender arms, and dy'd.
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