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IN ORWELL ACRE.
“Sui Vitam Innocuam per Plurima Lustra
Peregit Pace Diu Gaudens Hic Tumulatus
Obit Robertus Paterson—Mortem Subiit Ann.
Dom. 1669, Ætatis Vero 97.”
Peregit Pace Diu Gaudens Hic Tumulatus
Obit Robertus Paterson—Mortem Subiit Ann.
Dom. 1669, Ætatis Vero 97.”
Forget-me-nots around the table grow
—Nature's unconscious satire, for indeed,
What with the weather, wear of time, and weed,
We scarce make out the little that we know
Of Robert Paterson who sleeps below.
Patience and spell! And now at last we read
In Latin old the meagre facts we need
To set us thinking of the long ago.
—Nature's unconscious satire, for indeed,
What with the weather, wear of time, and weed,
We scarce make out the little that we know
Of Robert Paterson who sleeps below.
Patience and spell! And now at last we read
In Latin old the meagre facts we need
To set us thinking of the long ago.
Here was a patriarchal length of life
That ran its peaceful course to ninety-seven,
Begun when Shakespeare played, nor thought of wife,
(A little tiny boy ) beside the Avon;
And closed while Herrick, heedless of the strife
Of civil war, was singing down in Devon!
That ran its peaceful course to ninety-seven,
Begun when Shakespeare played, nor thought of wife,
(A little tiny boy ) beside the Avon;
And closed while Herrick, heedless of the strife
Of civil war, was singing down in Devon!
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