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Epitaph<br />
on M. W. 233<br />
In even Scale, by Truth Divine,<br />
When Greatness weigh’d shall be;<br />
Nor scepter’d Kings shall brighter shine,<br />
Nor, laurel’d Chiefs than Thee.<br />
Thy Patient, Active, Chearful Faith,<br />
No Form of Woe could move,<br />
Not Worldly Want! Securely plac’d<br />
On God, Thy Hope! Thy Love!<br />
Well thought, by fawning Crowds enclosed,<br />
They grasped an empty Name?<br />
No finer Dust their Limbs composed,<br />
Their Minds no purer Flame.<br />
Now equal Death has level laid<br />
The Sovereign and the Slave.<br />
His Honors like her Beauty fade:<br />
Thine flourishing in the grave.<br />
Incline, Blest Shade, thy pitying Brow:<br />
on these mean Great look down;<br />
A Richer Robe adorns Thee now,<br />
A never-fading Crown!<br />
233 Cf. [Anonymous,] “On the Death of a good Poor Woman,” in David Lewis (1683?–1760), ed.,<br />
Miscellaneous Poems by Several Hands (London: J. Watts, 1730), 244–45. [Wesley’s version differs at several<br />
points, perhaps reflecting an earlier version of that published.]<br />
148