Anonymous - Epitaph on Mrs Wren - текст песни (слова)

All cold beneath this narrow heap,
 Wren's angel charms in silence sleep;
 And here the ties of virtue end,
 The tender mother, wife and friend.
 
 For her each gentle bosom grieves;
 'Tis not the turf alone that heaves!
 Pity and love their loss deplore;
 Their fav'rite child can feel no more.