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XXIX. THE TOMB-STONES.

From stone to stone my eyes successive roam,
And note what tenants underneath them lie.
Each sex is here; all ages, infancy
To second childhood: some the stately tomb,
Some hold the osier'd earth's contracted room,
Signs of their former fortunes: low and high,
All ranks and states of earth's society,
All earthly kindreds, find a common home.
Hark, from the grave with still small voice they call,
And thus the moral of their stories preach!
“We all were born, we lived, we died, and all
Shall rise to judgment. How on earth by each
His task was done, and what shall each befall,
Inquire not now; that day alone can teach!”