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| Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1833) | |
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Stop, Christian passer-by: Stop, child of God, And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem’d he— O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.— That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death: Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fame— He ask’d, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same. 
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