Epitaph on Miss Elizabeth Stanley

Here, Stanley, rest ! escaped this mortal strife,
Above the joys, beyond the woes of life,
Fierce pangs no more thy lively beauties stain,
And sternly try thee with a year of pain ;
No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief,
Lights thy sick eye to cheat a parent's grief :
With tender art to save her anxious groan,
No more thy bosom presses down its own :
Now well-earned peace is thine, and bliss sincere :
Ours be the lenient, not unpleasing tear !

O born to bloom, then sink beneath the storm ;
To show us virtue in her fairest form ;
To show us artless reason's moral reign,
What boastful science arrogates in vain ;
The obedient passions knowing each their part;
Calm light the head, and harmony the heart !

Yes, we must follow soon, will glad obey ;
When a few suns have rolled their cares away,
Tired with vain life, will close the willing eye :
'Tis the great birthright of mankind to die.

Blest be the bark that wafts us to the shore
Where death-divided friends shall part no more :
To join thee there, here with thy dust repose,
Is all the hope thy hapless mother knows.