ELIZABETH CARTER1717-1806
1717-1806
Though infant years no pompous honours claim,The vain parade of monumental fame,To better praise the last great day shall rearThe spotless innocence that slumbers here.
Though infant years no pompous honours claim,The vain parade of monumental fame,To better praise the last great day shall rearThe spotless innocence that slumbers here.
Though infant years no pompous honours claim,The vain parade of monumental fame,To better praise the last great day shall rearThe spotless innocence that slumbers here.
Though infant years no pompous honours claim,
The vain parade of monumental fame,
To better praise the last great day shall rear
The spotless innocence that slumbers here.