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Thy rites are closed, and thy cross lies low, And the changeful hours breathe o'er thee now! Yet if at thine altar one holy thought In man's deep spirit of old hath wrought; If peace to the mourner hath here been given, Or prayer, from a chasten'd heart, to Heaven, Be the spot still hallow'd while Time shall reign, Who hath made thee nature's own again!