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Almost from human frailties free,
Yet boundless was her Charity;
The sense in her that brightly shone,
Seem'd to her modest self unknown.
Reader, no Poet's pencil drew
This portrait, it is simply true.
O, all beloved! the general woe
Thy universal worth may show:
And, O, too soon, united here,
With Parents, to thy bosom dear,
Sleep by a well-loved Mother's side,
In life her chiefest joy and pride.
Sister, farewell! nor time, nor place,
Maria's memory shall efface;
Thy Brothers, who inscribe this stone,
With their last sigh thy loss shall moan.
