Elegy written in a country church-yard . XXXV For thee, who, mindful of th unhonourd dead,Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If, chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ;. XXV Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say : Oft have Ave 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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