While The Poor Gather Round, Till The End Of Time May This Bright Flower Of Charity Display Its Bloom, Unfolding At The Appointed Day; Flower Than The Loveliest Of The Vernal Prime Lovelier, Transplanted From Heaven'S Purest Clime! "Charity Never Faileth:" On That Creed, More Than On Written Testament Or Deed, The Pious Lady Built With Hope Sublime. Alms On This Stone To Be Dealt Out, 'For Ever!' "Laus Deo." Many A Stranger Passing By Has With That Parting Mixed A Filial Sigh, Blest Its Humane Memorials Fond Endeavour; And, Fastening On Those Lines An Eye Tear-Glazed, Has Ended, Though No Clerk, With "God Be Praised!"