Beneath this, in Deaths gloomy Shade, / ARTHUR MORGANS dissolving frame is laid, / His Soul I hope with Sanctity endow'd / Blissful enjoys an heavenly abode, / Or if yet Sullied with earthly stain /
Victim of rigid Justice still remain. / Ah, Join your pray'rs with mine his debt to pay / And raise his happy Soul to endless day.
M. MORGAN