James Beattie

Here you will find the Poem Epitaph [To This Grave Is Committed] of poet James Beattie

Epitaph [To This Grave Is Committed]

I was a friend, On this sad stone a pious look bestow, 
Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe; 
And while the sigh of sorrow heaves thy breast, 
Let each rebellious murmur be supprest; 
Heaven's hidden ways to trace, for us, how vain! 
Heaven's wise decrees, how impious, to arraign! 
Pure from the stains of a polluted age, 
In early bloom of life, they left the stage: 
Not doom'd in lingering woe to waste their breath 
One moment snatch'd Them from the power of Death: 
They liv'd united, and united died; 
Happy the friends, whom Death cannot divi
O man, to thee, to all.