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STANZAS.
“Would you not love a lofty monument and far-spread fame?”
Raise not for me the towering urn,
That draws the admiring gazer's eye:—
Dust unto dust will careless turn,
While these proud pageants multiply.
That draws the admiring gazer's eye:—
Dust unto dust will careless turn,
While these proud pageants multiply.
Wake not for me the thrilling peal
Of funeral anthems, full and deep:—
No tones of earth the dead can feel,
Not e'en the sobs of those who weep.
Of funeral anthems, full and deep:—
No tones of earth the dead can feel,
Not e'en the sobs of those who weep.
Strike not for me the poet's lyre
To magnify some passing fame;
The vaults of death will chill his fire,
Nor glow at the Pierian flame.
To magnify some passing fame;
The vaults of death will chill his fire,
Nor glow at the Pierian flame.
Careless am I what spot of earth
Receives this frail and sinking clod;
Enough, if by a heavenly birth
I wake to bliss,—a child of God.
Receives this frail and sinking clod;
Enough, if by a heavenly birth
I wake to bliss,—a child of God.
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