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[This poem originated in the circumstance of the first grave being formed in the churchyard of the new church at Brompton. The place had been recently a garden, and some of the flowers yet shewed themselves among the grass, where this one tenant, the forerunner of its population, had taken up his last abode.]

grave!—the only one In this unbroken ground, Where yet the garden leaf and flower Are lingering around. A single grave!—my heart has felt How utterly alone In crowded halls, were breathed for me   Not one familiar tone;