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ODE XXI. AN EPITAPH FOR A HUMAN BEING.

He did not hate the world, and yet,
Liv'd from the world retir'd;
And cheerful he paid Nature's debt,
And unobserv'd expir'd.

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Reader! within thy gentle breast,
Does Pity lodge, thy plaintive guest?
Bid her leave no complainings here;
But mark the tribes of human kind:
Can she no living mourner find?
Then bid her come—and drop a tear.