) Elegy, written in a Country Church Yard.. 1750

The Curfers tolls the

tolls the Knall of parting Day,

Herd

lowing M

wind slowly

slowly Lea,

Landscape on the Sight,

his woning & light,

lull the distant

lims, that Yeowtree's Shade

Gemould Ja mould'ring Meap,

the straw built Shed,

chem from their owly fall burn.

Oft did the Harvest to their Sickle yield,
Their Furrow oft the stubborn Glebe has broke:
How jocund did they drive their Jeam a-field,
How bowed the Woods beneath their sturdy Stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful Soul",

have sway't,

Breast

Rod