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!”
Derbyshire
Bakewell
On a defunct Parish Clerk.
The vocal Powers here let us mark,
Of Philip our late Parish Clerk,
In Church was ever heard a layman,
With clearer voice say Amen?
Who now with Hallelujah sound
Like him can make the roofs rebound?
The Choir lament his choral tones;
The town so soon here lie his bones.
Sleep undisturbed within thy peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with such notes as thine.