Stop, Christian Passer-by!---Stop, Child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he.---
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.;
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death!
Mercy for praise---to be forgiven for fame
He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou
⁠the same!