Some villa.ge Hampdei:t 1 that, ·with dauntl8118 breaat,
The little tyrant of his .fields wilhatood;
Some mute ingloriova Milton here may rest-
Some Oromwelt, guiltlesa of hia eountry'a blood.
The 1\pplause of liatening eenatea to oomma.nd,
The th.rea.ta of pain a.nd rui11 to deapiae,
To acatter pleut,Y o'er a. ~>miliug land,
And read thoU" 1\iatory in a nation's eyea,
Their lot forbade; nor circumscribed alone
Their glowing virtues, but their crimes confined-
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
.ADd shut the gate« of mercy on mankind;
The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ;
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame;
Or heap t.he shrill.& of luxllJ'y 1l.Dd pride,
With incense kindled a~ the Muse's fla.mo.
:Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wiahea never lee.ru'd to atray:
Along the cool seques ter'd vale oClife
They kept the noiaeleaa tenor of their way!
Yet e'en tbeeo bones from iuault to protect,
Some frail meruori11l, atiU erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymea and ahapeleaa sculpture deck'J,
Implores the pa.esing tribute of a aigh.
Their name, their yean, spell'd by the uuletter'd m111e,
The place of fame and elegy supply;
.ADd many a holy text aroiUid she strews,
To teach the ruati.c moralis~ to diil.For who, 'to dumb Forgetfulneaa a prey~
This pleaaing, awoua being e'er resign'd-
Left the WILl'tn precinct& of' the cheerful day,
Nor ca.e~ oue longing, lingering look: behind t
On some fond breast the parting soul relies, •
Some pious drops the closing eye requirea:
.E'en from the tomb the voice ol Nature criee,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires!
For thee, who, mindful of the unhonour'd dead,
Dost in these linea their a.rtleaa te.le relate,
If, 'chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred apirit shall inquire thy fate;