Inviolate and faithfully shall these Make up the full account: not the leaft atom When the dread trumpet founds, the flumb'ring duft, With a new elegance of form, unknown To its firft ftate. Nor fhall the confcious foul Shall rush, with all th' impatience of a man That's new come home,who,having long been abfent, In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting! Leaves the wide air, and in some lonely brake Then claps his well-fledg'd wings, and bears away. ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH YARD. BY MR. GRAY. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds flowly o'er the lea; The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight, |