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A NE LEGY
By Bishop Porteus.
IN A COUNTRY CHURCH.YARD,
When self-esteem, or others' adulation,
Vide Blair's Grave.
WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade,
The keys of hell and death. The Grave, dread thing! | Men shiver when thou'rt nam'd: Nature appa!'d
Shakes off her wonted firmness. Ah ! how dark
Cheerless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell
See yonder hallow'd fane! the pious work
. The wind is up; hark! how it howls! methinks,
Quite round the pile, a row of reverend elms, Cozval near with all that ragged shew, Long lash'd by the rude winds: some rift half down Their branchless trunks: Others so thin a-top, That scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree. Strange things, the neighbours say, have happen'd here: Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs; Dead men have come again and walk'd about; And the great bell has toll'd, unrung, untouchd.