Then, reader, should it speak her hope divine,
Not to record her faith, but strengthen thine;
Then should her ev’ry virtue stand confest,
Till ev’ry virtue kindled in thy breast.
But if thou slight the monitory strain,
And she has liv’d, to thee at least, in vain;
Yet let her death, an awful lesson give,
The dying Christian speaks to all that live.
Enough for her that here her ashes rest,
Till God’s own plaudit shall her worth attest.

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