THYS mornynge starre of Radcleves rysynge raie, <br />A true manne good of mynde and Canynge hyghte, <br />Benethe thys stone lies moltrynge ynto daie, <br />Untylle the darke tombe sheene an eterne lyghte. <br />Thyrde fromme hys loynes the present Canynge came; <br />Houton are wordes for to telle hys doe; <br />For aye shall lyve hys heaven-recorded name, <br />Ne shall yt dye whanne tyme shalle bee no moe; <br />Whanne Mychael's trumpe shall sounde to rise the solle, <br />He'll wynge to heavn wyth kynne, and happie bee hys dolle.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-robert-canynge/
