Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20.

And many a holy text around she strews,

That teach the rustic moralist to die.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21.

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,

Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,