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Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway’d,
Or wak'd to ecstacy the living lyre.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;

Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Full many a gem, of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness in the desert air.

Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of the fields withstood;

Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.

Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,

To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes.

Their lot forbade; nor circumscrib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd;

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind:

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,

Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They keep the noiseless tenour of their way.
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Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muso
The place of Fame and Elegy supply:

And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind!

o, some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;

Een from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

For thee who, mindful of th’ unhonour’d dead,
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate,

If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred Spirit shall enquire thy fate.

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
“Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

“There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high,

His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

“Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove,

Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

"One morn I miss'd him on th’ accustom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his favourite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:
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The next, with dirges due, in sad array,
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach, and read (for thou canst read) the lay
Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.”

THE EPITAPH.

Hene rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown:

Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompence as largely send:

He gave to Misery all he had, a tear;
He gain'd from Heav'n,’twas all he wish'd, a Friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)

The bosom of his Father and his God. o

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O'en moorlandsand mountains,rude,barrenandbare,
As wilder'd and wearied I roam,

A gentle young shepherdess sees my despair,
And leads me o'er lawns to her home.

Yellow sheaves from richCeresher cottagehadcrown'd,
Green rushes were strew'd on her floor,

Her casement sweet woodbines crept wantonly round,
And deck'd the sod seats at her door.

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