On their sad fate who dwell these graves among.
Death in the midst of life! the vapours dank
Of churchyards mingling with our every breath;
Dead men subduing with their poisons rank
Men yet alive! Death propagating Death!
Full many an exhalation cursed, unclean,
The damp unhallow’d graves of London bear;
Full many a poison, virulent and keen,
To spread disease upon the wings of air.
Then who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,