Epitaph

Mortal! whoe'er thou art, that passest by, Stop, and behold this stone with heedful eye! Here lies a Youth, whom Death's resistless power, In health's full vigour, at the festal hour, All unprepared, alas! to meet his doom, Snatch'd suddenly to an untimely tomb. Mortal take heed!—in awful silence think, Thou stand'st upon Eternity's dread brink; O listen to Religion's warning cry!— 'Man, know thy nature, and prepare to die!'