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"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn,

Or crazed 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 fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:

"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.

Here 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 recompense as largely send:

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,

He gain'd from heaven ('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.

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The Plowman homeward plods his
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shrill echoing, Horn., them from their lowly Bed. search shall buron, more. the blageing Hearth shall burn, or busy Kuswife phy her Evening Care; No Children run to lisp their fire's Return, nor climb his Knees their Sick's gied oft did the harvest to their Sick's Their Furrow oft the stubborn Glabe has worke; Yow jocund did they drive their Team &-field; How bow'd the Woods beneath. their sturdy Stroke:




Kifs to share. doubtful.

not Ambition mock their useful Foil homery Their gustic Sous, & Destiny obscure :

disdainful Smile For Grandeur rear with a The short & simple. obmmals of the Poor.

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