Farewell, dear husband, I bid adieu,
I leave nine children to God and you;
I hope you’ll live in peace and love,
I trust we all shall meet above.
Tho’ months and years in pain and tears,
Through troubled paths I’ve trod,
My Saviour’s voice bids me rejoice,
And calls my soul to God.
ST. NEOT.
Here lieth the body of John Robyns, of this parish, buried the 27th day of December, 1724, about the 80th year of his age.
“Prosopeia Defuncti.”
“Mark thou that readest, and my case behold,
Ere long thou shalt be closed in death’s fold,
As well as I; nothing on earth can save
Our mortal bodies, from the darksome grave.
Then timely think thereon, to mind thy end;
Wisely to be prepared when God shall send
To fetch thee hence; and then thou shalt but die,
To live at rest with Christ eternally.
“Here lieth John Robyns, in his bed of dust,
Who in the Lord did ever put his trust;
And dying, gave a pension to the poor,
Yearly for ever, which unlocks the door
Of everlasting bliss, for him to reign
With Christ his head, his great, and truest gain:
And with the holy angels sit and sing
Eternal anthems to the heavenly king.”
“If this stone be not kept in repair,
The legacy devolves unto his heir.”
BODMIN.
Here lies the Body of John Meadow,
His life passed away like a shadow.
TRURO.
Here lies we
Babies three,
Here we must lie
Until the Lord do cry,
“Come out, and, live wi’ I!”