To The Memory Of The Rev. Richard Crawley, Of Steeple Ashton, Wiltshire, The Author's Uncle Poem by Richard Crawley

To The Memory Of The Rev. Richard Crawley, Of Steeple Ashton, Wiltshire, The Author's Uncle



Goodness, Friendship, Wit, and Mirth,
All lie buried in this earth.
Sussex bore him, Cambridge bred,
Steeple Ashton holds him dead.
Stranger, if you more would know
Of the man that sleeps below,
And study all his gracious parts
As they're graven on our hearts,
Humbly tread the path he trod,
And see him where he is with God.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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