In memory of Lieut. Francis Perkins, who died March ye 20th, 1783, in ye 54th year of his age.
Stop, kind reader, drop a tear,
Think of the dust that slumbers here;
And while you read the fate of me,
Think on the glass that run for thee.
Stop, kind reader, drop a tear,
Think of the dust that slumbers here;
And while you read the fate of me,
Think on the glass that run for thee.
In memory of Lieut. Francis Perkins, who died March ye 20th, 1783, in ye 54th year of his age.
Stop, kind reader, drop a tear,
Think of the dust that slumbers here;
And while you read the fate of me,
Think on the glass that run for thee.
Stop, kind reader, drop a tear,
Think of the dust that slumbers here;
And while you read the fate of me,
Think on the glass that run for thee.
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