Stop, Christian passer-by!-Stop, child of God,   And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod   A poet lies, or that which once seemed he.-   O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.;   That he who many a year with toil of breath    Found death in life, may here find life in death!   Mercy for praise-to be forgiven for fame   He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ.     Do thou the same!