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My chaise the village Inn did gain,

Just as the sun's last setting ray,

Tip'd with refulgent gold the vane,

Of the Old church across the way.

Across the way I silent sped,

The time till supper to beguile;

To moralize among the dead,

That moulder'd round yon ancient pile.

There many a humble green grave shew'd,

Where want and pain and toil did rest.

And many a flattering stone I view'd,

O'er those who once had wealth possess"