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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |