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Elegy written in a Town Church Yard.
The church-bells peal the message—“Come and pray!”
The gay-dressed crowd appear, to bend the knee,
The shabby, poor man turns another way
And leaves the church to Dives and to me.
Now fades the noisy stir of weekday sights,
And all around a Sabbath stillness dwells,
Save where a doctor from his trap alights,
And merry tinklings sound from tramcar bells;