Poems (Taggart)/Epitaph on Captain J——— T———
EPITAPHON CAPTAIN J——— T———.
Though the destroying angel cold hath pressedUpon thy generous, philanthropic breast,And thy pure, noble mind 's for ever fled,And form lies lowly in this darksome bed,—Thy worth, unfading, shall for ever bloom,A bright example from thy sacred tomb.And though thy silent dust shall ever sleepFar from thy kindred, who in anguish weep,The friends thy virtues gained, will linger here,And fond remembrance shed the heart-felt tear.