On Sarah Stonhouse, Second Wife Of The Rev. Sir James Stonhouse, Bart. Poem by Hannah More

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:
Tho' 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.