Classic Poem

Come, Resignation! wipe the human tear,
Domestic anguish drops o'er Virtue's bier;
Bid selfish sorrow hush the fond complaint,
Nor, from the God she lov'd, detain the saint.

Truth, meekness, patience, honour'd shade, were thine;
And holy hope, and charity divine;
Though these thy forfeit being could not save,
Thy faith subdued the terrors of the grave.

Oh! if thy living excellence could teach;
Death has a loftier emphasis of speech:
Let death thy strongest lesson then impart,
And write, PREPARE TO DIE , on every heart.