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EPITAPH ON MS CLARKE.

Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a WIFE, a Mother Sleeps.

Published Nov 1783, by J.MURRAY, 32, Fleet Street.

E P I T

A P H

ON

MRS. CLARKE.

O! where this filent marble weeps,

Lo!

A Friend, a Wife, a Mother fleeps;
A Heart, within whofe facred cell
The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell.
Affection warm, and Faith fincere,
And foft Humanity were there.
In agony, in death refign'd,

She felt the wound fhe left behind:

Her

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Her infant image, here below,

Sits fmiling on a father's woe:
Whom what awaits, while yet he strays
Along the lonely vale of days?

A pang to fecret forrow dear;

A figh; an unavailing tear;

Till time fhall ev'ry grief remove,

With Life, with Memory, and with Love.