Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God, <br />And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod <br />A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he-- <br />O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.-- <br />That he who many a year with toil of breath <br />Found death in life, may here find life in death : <br />Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame-- <br />He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-7/
