_In Stratford Churchyard, near Salisbury._
To the memory of Elizabeth, wife of William Brunsdon, who died Dec. 31,
1779, aged 101 years.
Freed from the sorrows, sickness, pain, and care,
To which all breath-inspired clay is heir,
The tend'rest mother, and the worthiest wife,
Reaps the full harvest of a well-spent life.
Here rest her ashes with her kindred dust--
Death's only conquest o'er the favoured just:
Her soul in Christ the tyrant's power defied,
And the _Saint_ triumphed when the woman died.
_In Amesbury Churchyard, Witts._
When sorrow weeps o'er virtue's sacred dust,
Then tears become us, and our grief is just;
Such cause had she to weep who gratefully pays
This last sad tribute of her love and praise,
Who mourns a sister and a friend combined,
Where female softness met a manly mind:
Mourns, but not murmurs--sighs, but not despairs--
Feels for her loss, but as a Christian bears.