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7 They softly | lie, 7 | 7 and | sweetly sleep, 7 | Low in the ground. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 The storm | 7 that | wrecks the | wintery | sky 7 |
No more dis- turbs 7 | their | deep re- | pose, 7 |
7 Than | summer | evening's | latest | sigh 7 | 77 |
7 That shuts 7 the rose. 7|77|77|

7 I long to lay | 7 this | painful | head 7 |
7 And | aching | heart 7 | 7 be- | neath the | soil, 7 |
7 To | slumber in that | dreamless | bed 7 |

7 From all | 7 my | toil. | 77 | 77 |

7 For | misery | 7 7 | stole me | 7 at my | birth 7 |
7 And cast me | helpless | 7 on the wild: 7 | 77 |
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7 I | perish; | 77 |O my mother | earth 7|

Take home 7 thy | child. | 77 | 77 |

On thy dear lap 7 | these | limbs re- | clined, 7 | 7 Shall | gently | 77 | moulder | 7 into | thee; 7 | 7 Nor | leave one | wretched | trace be- | hind, 7 | 777 Re-sembling | me. 7 |77|77|

Hark! 77 a strange | sound | 7 af- | frights mine ear; 7|77|

7 My pulse, 7 my | brain | runs wild, | 7I| rave: 7 | 77 | Ah! | who art | thou whose | voice I | hear? 7 | 7 7 | 7 7 | I am the Grave! | 77 | 77 |

7 The Grave 77 (that never | spake be- | fore, 7 | 7 Hath | found at | length a | tongue | 7 to | chide : 7 | O listen! |77| I will | speak no | more: |

777 Be | silent, | Pride. | 7 7| 7 7 |

Art thou a wretch, 7 | 7 of | hope | 7 for- | lorn, 7 | 7 The victim | 7 of con- | suming | care?7|77| Is thy distracted | conscience | torn 7 |

7 By | fell de- | spair? | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 Do foul mis- | deeds 7 | 7 of | former | times 7 |
Wring with re- morse thy | guilty | breast? |
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7 And ghosts 7 of unfor- | given | crimes |

Murder thy rest? | 77 | 77 |

Lash'd by the furies | 7 of the | mind, 7 |

7 From

wrath and | vengeance | 7 would'st thou |

flee? 7|77|

Ah! | think not, | hope not, | fool, 7 | 7 to | find 7 |

7 A friend | 7 in | me. 7 | 77 | 77 |

7 By all the terrors of the | tomb, 7 |

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7 Be-yond the power of tongue | 7 to | tell 7 |

7 By the dread | secrets of my | womb 7 |

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7 By | death | 7 and | hell? |

7 I charge thee | live? | 7 re- | pent and | pray; 7 | 7 In | dust thine | infamy de- | plore ; 7 |

7 There yet is mercy; 77 | go thy | way 7 | 7 And | sin 7 | 7 no more. | 77 | 77 |

7 What | e'er thy | lot 7 | 7 who | e'er thou | be, 7 | 7 Con- | fess thy | folly, | 7 7 | kiss the | rod, 7 | And in thy chastening | sorrows | see |

7 The hand 7 of God. 7|77|77|

7 A bruised reed 7 | 7 he will not break; 7 7 7 | 7 Afflictions | all his children | feel; 7|77|

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7 He wounds them | 7 for his mercy's sake, 7|
7 He wounds 7 to | heal! |77|77|

Humbled beneath his mighty | hand, 7 |
Prostrate 7 his Providence a- | dore: |

7 'Tis done! 7 | 7 a- rise! 7|77| He | bids thee |

stand, 7

7 To

fall 7 no more. | 77 | 77 |

Now traveller in the vale of tears! |

7 To realms of ever- | lasting- | light 7 |

7 Through time's | dark | wilderness | 7 of | years, 7 7 Pur-sue 7 thy | flight. 7|77|77|

7 There is 7 | 7 a calm for those who | weep, 7 | 7 A | rest 7 | 7 for | weary | pilgrims | found; ¦ 77 | 7 And while the mouldering | ashes | sleep 7 | 1 Low in the ground; |

7 The soul 77 (of | origin | 7 di- vine 7 |

God's glorious image,) | 7 7 | freed from | clay 7 | 7 In heaven's 7 e- | ternal | sphere shall | shine 7 | 7 A star | 7 of | day ! | 7 7 | 7 7 |

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7 The sun is but a | spark of | fire, 7 | 77 |

7 A | transient | meteor | 7 in the | sky, 7 | 77 |

7 The soul | 7 im- | mortal | 7 as its | sire 7 |

77 Shall never die. | 7 7 7 7

THE POPLAR FIELD.

Cowper.

The poplars are | fell'd, | 7 7 | fare | well | 7 to the] shade, 7 |

7 And the whispering sound of the cool | colo- |

nade; 7 |

7 7 | 7 The | winds | play no | longer | 7 and | sing in | the leaves,

7 Nor | Ouse | 7 on his | bosom | 7 their | image | 7 receives. | 77 | 77 |

Twelve | years | 7 have e- | lapsed, 7 | since I | last 7 | took a view 7 |

7 Of my favorite | field, 7 | 7 and the | bank where they grew; 7 |

7 And now in the

laid, 7 |

grass | 7 be- | hold they are |

7 And the tree | 7 is my | seat, 7 | 7 that | once 7 | lent me a shade. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 The Blackbird | 7 has | fled to an- | other re- | treat, 7 |

Where the hazels | 7 af- | ford him a screen from ⚫ the heat, 7

7 And the scene | 7 where his | melody | charm'd me be- | fore, 7 |

7 Re- | sounds | 7 with his | sweet | flowing | ditty | 7 no more. 7 | 77 | 77 |

My fugitive | years | 7 are | all | hasting a- | way, 7 | 7 7 | 7 And | I must ere | long 7 | lie as | lowly as they, 7|

7 With a turf on my breast, 7 | 7 and a stone at my | head, 7 |

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Ere an- other such | grove | 7 shall a- | rise in its | stead. 7 | 77 | 77 |

7 'Tis a sight to en- |gage me | 7 if | any thing|can | 7 To muse 7 on the | perishing | nature of | man;7 | 77 |

Though his life 7 | be a | dream, 7 | 7 his en- | joyments, 7 I see, 7 |

7 Have a | being | less 7 | durable | 77 | even | 7 than | he. 7 7 7 7 7 |

THE ROSE.

Cowper.

7 The rose had been | wash'd, 7 | just 7 | wash'd in a shower, 7|

7 Which | Mary to | Anna | 7 con- | vey'd ; 7 | 7 7 | 7 The plentiful | moisture | 7 en- | cumbered the flower, 7 |

7 And | weigh'd down | 7 its beautiful | head.| 7 7|

7 The cup was all | fill'd 7 and the leaves were all wet, 7 | |

7 And it seem'd to a | fanciful | view 7 |

7 To weep for the buds 7 | it had left with re- |

gret 7 |

On the flourishing | bush | 7 where it | grew. 7 77 7

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