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ELLEN
The marble tomb, in sculptur'd state display'd,Decks the vile earth where wealthy vice is laid;
But no vain pomp its hollow splendor throws,
Where Beauty, Virtue, Innocence, repose.
The cypress tow'rs, the waving willows weep,
Where Ellen sleeps the everlasting sleep,
Where with a sigh the passing stranger sees
The long rank grave-grass bending in the breeze.
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