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Elegy written in a London Churchyard.
St. Clement’s tolls the knell of parting day
The gaudy shops their portals ’gin to close;
The wearied workman homewards wends his way,
And leaves the town to silence and repose.
Now fades the glare of business from our sight,
And o’er the air a solemn stillness rests,
Save yon gin-palace’s unholy light,