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IN yonder grave a Druid lies
Where slowly winds the ftealing wave!
To deck its Poet's fylvan grave!
In yon deep bed of whisp'ring reeds
His airy harp * shall now be laid,
May love thro' life the foothing Thade.
• The harp of ÆOLUS, of which lee a description in the CASTLE OF INDOLENCE, G 2
Then maids and youths shall linger here,
And while its sounds at diftance swell, Shall fadly seem in Pity's ear
To hear the Woodland Pilgrim's knell.
IV. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is dreft, And oft fufpend the dashing oar
To bid his gentle spirit reft!
To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep,
Ah! what will every dirge avail?
That mourn beneath the gliding fail!
* RICHMOND Church.
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near ?
And Joy desert the blooming year.
No sedge-crown'd Sisters now attend,
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend !
Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view !
Thy life, fall mourn thy early doom ; Their hinds, and shepherd-girls shall dress
With simple hands thy rural tomb.
* Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond Sometime before his death,
Long, long, thy stonc, and pointed clay
Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes,
In yonder grave Your Druid lies!