Epitaph
Towards the end of his life, Elliott suffered much pain and depression. His thoughts often turned to his own death and he wrote his own epitaph:
The Poet's Epitaph
- Stop, Mortal! Here thy brother lies,
- The Poet of the Poor
- His books were rivers, woods and skies,
- The meadow and the moor,
- His teachers were the torn hearts’ wail,
- The tyrant, and the slave,
- The street, the factory, the jail,
- The palace – and the grave!
- The meanest thing, earth’s feeblest worm,
- He fear’d to scorn or hate;
- And honour’d in a peasant’s form
- The equal of the great.
- But if he loved the rich who make
- The poor man’s little more,
- Ill could he praise the rich who take
- From plunder’d labour’s store
- A hand to do, a head to plan,
- A heart to feel and dare –
- Tell man’s worst foes, here lies the man
- Who drew them as they are.
After his death, John Greenleaf Whittier wrote a poem in his memory, titled Elliott.
A bronze statue of Elliott by Neville Northey Burnard, paid for by the people of Sheffield and Rotherham, was erected in 1854 in Sheffield market-place at a cost of £600. The statue was moved to Weston Park, Sheffield, in 1874, where it remains.
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