Elegy written in a country church-yard . XXEfc For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being eer resignd; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ?. XXK3K On some fond breast the parting soul relies ; Some pious drops the closing eye requires;Een from the tomb the voice of Nature cries; Een in our ashes live their wonted fires.

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