The Epitaph

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Title:     The Epitaph
Author: Francis Hopkinson [More Titles by Hopkinson]

Fair was her form, serene her mind,
Her heart and hopes were fix'd on high:
Her hand beneficent and kind
Oft wip'd the tear from sorrow's eye.
The sweets of friendship soften'd care;
Love, peace, and joy, her soul possest:
Meekness perfum'd each rising pray'r;
And ev'ry rising pray'r was blest.
In heav'n we trust, her fainted spirit sings
Glad Hallelujahs to the King of Kings.

March, 1773.

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Francis Hopkinson's poem: The Epitaph

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