Inscribed on Her Monument in the Abbey Church, Bath

Once, in this now cold breast, those virtues shone, Which tender thought, and lasting record claim; Then, ’mid the wrecks of time, devoted stone, Uninjur’d bear thy Miller’s spotless name!

When clos’d the numerous eyes, that round her bier Have wept the loss of wide-extended worth, O, gentle Stranger! may one generous tear Drop, as thou bendest o’er this hallow’d earth!

Are truth, and science, love, and pity thine, With liberal charity and faith sincere? Then rest thy wandering step beneath this shrine, And greet a kindred Spirit hovering near!