Farewell, mild saint!—meek child of love, farewell! <br />Ill can this stone thy finished virtues tell. <br />Rest, rest in peace! the task of life is o'er; <br />Sorrows shall sting, and sickness waste no more. <br />But hard our task from one so loved to part, <br />While fond remembrance clings round every heart,— <br />Hard to resign the sister, friend, and wife, <br />And all that cheers, and all that softens life. <br />Farewell! for thee the gates of bliss unclose, <br />And endless joy succeeds to transient woes.<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Barbauld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-the-same/
