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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?

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On some fond breast

the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires:

Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,

Ev'n 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 inquire thy fate;

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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.

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