Fragment on the Death of a Minester

His faithful love his pious zeal
With grateful hearts we trace
And how he laboured to reveal
The messages of grace
His precepts taught us to believe
And the rich grace apply
His virtues taught us how to live
His patience how to die
Blest saint our tears bedew the place
That holds thy hallowd dust
Our Sighs shall yeild a nobler praise
Than marbles richest bust
The sweet remembrance of thy worth
Shall shed a soft perfume
And call our brighter graces forth
As garland for thy tomb.—
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