thefoxling
St Ives, Cornwall in January
"Sleep well, sweet Maid! whom as black winter stole the fragrant bud of Spring, too Early (?) blown, untimely Death has nipped. Here take thy rose, inviolable here! While we than thou less favoured through the irksome vale of life toil on in tears without thee. Yet not long shall Death divide us! Rapid is the flight of life more rapid than the turtle's (dove) wings. And soon our bones shall meet. Here may we Sleep. Here wake together! and by his Dear might Who conquered Death for sinful man ascend. Forever hence to an Eternal home."
St Ives, Cornwall in January
"Sleep well, sweet Maid! whom as black winter stole the fragrant bud of Spring, too Early (?) blown, untimely Death has nipped. Here take thy rose, inviolable here! While we than thou less favoured through the irksome vale of life toil on in tears without thee. Yet not long shall Death divide us! Rapid is the flight of life more rapid than the turtle's (dove) wings. And soon our bones shall meet. Here may we Sleep. Here wake together! and by his Dear might Who conquered Death for sinful man ascend. Forever hence to an Eternal home."