Elegy written in a country church-yard . xxvmt One morn, I missd him on the customd hill,Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came,—nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he ;. XXJEX The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw hiin and read (for thou canst read) the lay Gravd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.

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