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• One morn I miss'd him on the custom’d 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 :
- The next with dirges due in fad array *Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him
borne, Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Gray'd on the stone, beneath yon aged thorn*
* In the first edition of this poem, the following beautiful lines were inserted immediately before the epitaph; but they have been fiace.omitted, as the parenthesis was thought too long :
There scattered oft, the earliest of the year,
THE TIE EPITAPH.
HERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth
Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Cr draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope * repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.