Elegy written in a country church-yard . XX Yet een 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 XXI Their name, their years, spelt by th unletterd Muse,The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews,That teach the rustic moralist to die.

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