Epitaph In The Churchyard Of Herne, Kent Poem by John Moultrie
Epitaph In The Churchyard Of Herne, Kent
Sweet Babe, from griefs and dangers
Rest here for ever free;
We leave thy dust with strangers,
But oh, we leave not
Thee.
Thy mortal sweetness, smitten
To scourge our souls for sin,
Is on our memory written,
And treasured deep therein;
While that which is immortal
Fond Hope doth still retain,
And saith 'At heaven's bright portal
Ye all shall meet again.'
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