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.

PROOP

FAR FROM THE

THEIR SOBER

MADDING CROWD'S IGNOBLE STRIFE,
WISHES NEVER LEARN'D TO STRAY;

ALONG THE COOL SEQUESTERD VALE OF LIFE

THEY KEPT THE NOISELESS TENOUR OF THEIR WAY:

YET EV'N THESE BONES FROM INSULT TO PROTECT

SOME FRAIL MEMORIAL STILL ERECTED NIGH,
WITH UNCOUTH RHYMES AND SHAPELESS SCULPTURE DECKD,
IMPLORES THE PASSING TRIBUTE OF A SIGH.

THEIR NAME, THEIR YEARS, SPELT BY THUNLETTERD MUSE,

THE PLACE OF FAME AND ELEGY SUPPLY: