Although the nation be by them disgraced;
And so more men are murder’d every day;
And this the epitaph above them placed:
Epitaph.
Here rest in heaps, scarce cover’d by the earth,
A lot of bones unhonour’d and unknown,—
Men doom’d to slaughter at their hour of birth,
And graveyard jobbers mark’d them as their own.
Diogenes. February 5, 1853.
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