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138 ELEGY WRITTE ~ I N A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.
Another came, nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
~9." The next, with dirges due, in sad army,
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne:
Approach and read (for thou canst read ) the lay
Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."
T H E
E P ITAPH.
30. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth,
A youth to Fortune and to Fam e unknown;
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And )lelancholy marked him for her own.
31. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere ;
H eaven did a recompense as largely send:
He gave u:; Misery all he had-a tea r;
H e gained from H eaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
32. No fur ther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frail ties from th eir dr ead abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),­
Th e bosom of his Father and his God.
T Ho>rAs GR.