E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.[385:3]

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23.

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Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.

One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,

Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree:

Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.