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 While bending low, their eager eyes explore The mingled relicks of the parish poor: The bell tolls late, the moping owl flies round, Fear marks the flight and magnifies the sound; The busy priest, detain’d by weightier care, Defers his duty till the day of prayer; And waiting long, the crowd retire distrest, To think a poor man’s bones should lie unblest. THE