By A Blest Husband Guided, Mary Came From Nearest Kindred, Vernon Her New Name; She Came, Though Meek Of Soul, In Seemly Pride Of Happiness And Hope, A Youthful Bride. O Dread Reverse! If Aught 'Be' So, Which Proves That God Will Chasten Whom He Dearly Loves. Faith Bore Her Up Through Pains In Mercy Given, And Troubles That Were Each A Step To Heaven: Two Babes Were Laid In Earth Before She Died; A Third Now Slumbers At The Mother'S Side; Its Sister-Twin Survives, Whose Smiles Afford A Trembling Solace To Her Widowed Lord. Reader! If To Thy Bosom Cling The Pain Of Recent Sorrow Combated In Vain; Or If Thy Cherished Grief Have Failed To Thwart Time Still Intent On His Insidious Part, Lulling The Mourner'S Best Good Thoughts Asleep, Pilfering Regrets We Would, But Cannot, Keep; Bear With Him, Judge 'Him' Gently Who Makes Known His Bitter Loss By This Memorial Stone; And Pray That In His Faithful Breast The Grace Of Resignation Find A Hallowed Place.