Classic Poem

AT THE DESIRE OF YOUNG MR ROBERT, HIS SON AND SUCCESSOR ,

S TAY passenger, weep and retire,
Thy fatal hour approacheth near,
Let Elliot's cold stone monument,
Teach poor frail mortals to repent.
Powerful he was, in terms right ample,
To preach by precept and example;
No man he judged but himself,
And scorned that cut-throat worldly pelf.
His praise in one line to insert,
God's book he had by tongue and heart;
His head was learned, his face was gracious,
His heart was honest, his soul's now precious.

TO WHICH WAS SUBJOINED,

Illa tibi fient Monumenta perennia, quae tu,
Tradideras popula Pharmaca Sana tuo.