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,