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VERSES left on a Seat, the Hand unknown.

O Earth! to his remains indulgent be,
Who so much care and cost bestow'd on thee!
Who crown'd thy barren hills with useful shade,
And chear'd with tinkling rills each silent glade;
Here taught the day to wear a thoughtful gloom,
And there enliven'd Nature's vernal bloom.
Propitious earth! lie lightly on his head,
And ever on his tomb thy vernal glories spread!