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.