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43 TO J. W.

not thy foot on graves:

Hear what wine and roses say

The mountain chase, the summer waves,

The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.

Set not thy foot on graves;

Nor seek to unwind the shroud

Which charitable Time

And Nature have allowed

To wrap the errors of a sage sublime.

Set not thy foot on graves:

Care not to strip the dead

Of his sad ornament,

His myrrh, and wine, and rings,