The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10.
Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12.