Epitaph
Stop,
Christian passer-by :
Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast
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Stop,
Christian passer-by :
Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast
Vital spark of heav’nly flame
Quit,
O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo
The godly multitudes walked to and
Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,
With pious mien, appropriately sad,
There was a cat named Crazy
Who never lived long enough to
He was gay hearted, young and
And all the secrets of life he
I love da nang