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.