Consider, Reader, who lies here,
And for thy Loss then Drop a Tear;
'Tis BAXTER, whose unwearied Pen
Strove to Reform the Lives of Men:
Who Godliness and Learning joyn'd
To all the Beauties of his Mind;
Of God and of good Men belov'd;
None e're their Talents more improv'd;
Heav'n lengthned out his Glass, that we
By him might learn true Piety:
His Soul is gone, true Bliss to find,
His Body here is left behind,
And through the World the Product of his Mind.