Epitaph: Sons there will be to whom, as here they read

Sons there will be to whom, as here they read.
While yet these lines are from the chisel sharp,
The name of Clement Francis, will recall
His countenance benign; and some who knew
What stores of knowledge and what humble thoughts.
What wise desires, what cheerful piety,
In happy union formed the character
Which faithfully impressed his aspect meek.
And others too there are, who in their hearts
Will bear the memory of his worth enshrined,
For tender and for reverential thoughts,
When grief hath had its course, a life-long theme.
A little while, and these, who to the truth
Of this poor tributary strain could bear
Their witness, will themselves have past away,
And this cold marble monument present
Words which can then within no living mind
Create the ideal form they once evoked ;
This, then, the sole memorial of the dead.
So be it Only that which was of earth
Hath perished ; only that which was infirm,
Mortal, corruptible, and brought with it
The seed connate of death. A place in Time
If given us, only that we may prepare
Our portion for Eternity : the Soul
Possesseth there what treasures for itself.
Wise to salvation, it laid up in Heaven.
O Man, take thou this lesson from the Grave !
There too all true affections shall revive.
To &de no more ; all losses be restored,
All griefs be heal'd, all holy hopes fulfill'd.