Dost in these lines set down their graveyard’s state,
If chance, by their perusal, some be led
To test the truth of what thou dost relate,
Haply some ancient Kirkgate dame may say,
“Methinks I’ve seen him here at eve and morn,
As past the Parish Church he’s made his way
I’ve watched his look,—half pity and half scorn.
“Here, near the base of yonder noble tower,
That stands with venerable head so high,
Repose the dead, neglected hour by hour,