UPON FINDING THE INSCRIPTION ON MY MOTHER'S MONUMENT DEFACED. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [208]-209. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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UPON FINDING THE INSCRIPTION ON MY MOTHER'S MONUMENT DEFACED . THESE tender records of thy worth are gone ; From them thy merit shall no more be known . But cease my tears , thy dust regrets it not , Forgetting all , as all shall be forgot ; And he alas ! whose power no more could give , Than by this marble wish thy name to live ; Here often caused my thoughtless youth to come , And learn a lovely pattern from thy tomb ; He , now with thee , is here in silence laid , Unconscious of the wrecks which Time has made . Let Time proceed to that important hour , When its last victory shall conclude its power . Then , tho' a mouldering stone no more conveys , The doubtful plaudit of a human praise ; Tho' Taste and Learning here have not avail'd ; And e'en the records that they were have fail'd ; If pure Devotion , and if steady Truth , Were unremitted from thy early youth ; Then take thy mansion in yon upper skies : The God of truth accepts the sacrifice . If mindful to increase thy mental stores , Thou diligently caught the flying hours ; As then no stranger to the work of Heaven , With ampler powers shall ampler means be given . If with the utmost that thou couldst attain , Of shining merits thou wert never vain ; Tho' in thy prime cut off from earthly praise , Wisdom has been to thee as length of days . If here th' allotted duties of thy sphere , Thou deem'd thy fairest praise , and dearest care ; As in thy station thus thou fitly mov'd , Thou shalt arise accepted and approv'd : Tho' lost to earth , in Heaven thou shalt be found , And glories visible shall thee surround .