Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seemed he —
Oh, lift a 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.


"Epitaph", written for himself (1833)


Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he — Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C! That he, who many a year, with toil of...

Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he — Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C! That he, who many a year, with toil of...

Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he — Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C! That he, who many a year, with toil of...

Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he — Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C! That he, who many a year, with toil of...