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of him whose godlike fame The good throughout the world revere, Ah! why, without a stone, or name, Thus sleep'st thou unregarded here?

Fair pensile branches o'er thee wave, And Nature decks the chosen dell; Yet surely o'er thy hallow'd grave A nation's mournful sighs should swell!

Rome, with a burst of filial pride, The mother of her Gracchi view'd; And why should we restrain the tide Of reverential gratitude?