Epitaph In The Churchyard Of Herne, Kent

Sweet Babe, from griefs and dangers
Rest here for ever free;
We leave thy dust with strangers,
But oh, we leave not Thee.

Thy mortal sweetness, smitten
To scourge our souls for sin,
Is on our memory written,
And treasured deep therein;

While that which is immortal
Fond Hope doth still retain,
And saith "At heaven's bright portal
Ye all shall meet again."