THE FUNERAL OF THE SQUIRE.
I left my Friend, and at the Closing day
Took to the Church-Yard walk my evening way.
’Twas there, invited by th’unusual Sound,
The Good old Sexton in the Church I found;
He from a Vault had thrown the Earth aside—
Proof that some Person of Respect had died;
And now was coming to that vaulted Home
To which—but not in Churches—we must come.
There the old Sexton, on the Heap he made,