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344 Vain service! yet not vainly done

For this, if other end were none,

That he, who had been cast

Upon a way of life unmeet

For such a gentle Soul and sweet,

Should find an undisturbed retreat

Near what he loved, at last;

That neighbourhood of grove and field

To Him a resting-place should yield,

A meek man and a brave!

The birds shall sing and ocean make

A mournful murmur for his sake;

And Thou, sweet Flower, shalt sleep and wake

Upon his senseless grave!