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!'