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''The Churchyard, near the walls of St. Mungo's Church, which occupies the bottom of the Stage. A newly covered Grave is dimly seen near the front; the Stage darkened, but not entirely so; a degree of light, as from a new-risen moon in a cloudy night, showing objects imperfectly.''

And here beneath this trampled sod she lies, Stiffen'd, and cold, and swathed in coffin-weeds, Who, short while since, moved like a gleam of brightness, Lighting each face, and cheering every heart. Oh, Emma, Emma Graham, is this thy place? Dearer than thee a lover's soul ne'er worshipp'd Fairer than thee a virgin's robe ne'er wrapt; Better than thee a parent's tongue ne'er bless'd. Oh, Emma Graham, the dearest, fairest, best! Pair'd with thee in the dance, this hand in thine, I've led thee through the whirl of mazy transport, And o'er thy chair have hung with wistful ear, Catching thy words like strains of melody, To be with fancy's treasures stored for ever. I've waited near thy portal many an hour,