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The powers of Harmony are mute,
Yet stay, O! stay, celestial pow'rs,
And with a hand of kind regard
Hark the fatal Sisters  join,
And with Horror's mutt'ring sounds,
"Drive the shuttle swift along;
"O'er the glory of the land,
"O'er the innocent and gay,
"Weave the fun'ral web of Gray."
The Fatal Sisters, an Ode.
'Tis done, 'tis done—the iron hand of pain,
Racks every joint, and seiaes every vein:
Thus fades the flow'r nipp'd by the frozen gale,
Thus the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms assail,
Ye sacred sisters of the plaintive verse,
Now let the stream of fond affection flow; O pay your tribute o'er the slow-drawn hearse, , With all the manly dignity of woe.
Oft when the Curfew tolls its parting knell
With solem pause yon Church-yard's gloom survey,
While Sorrow'sjsighs and tears of Pity tell
O'er his green grave, in Contemplation's guise,
Oft let the shepherd's tender accents rise,
Till prostrate Time adore his deathless name,
[75"] Elegy in a Country Church-Yard.
MR. GRAY's MONUMENT, W WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
BY MR. MASON.
NO more the Grecian Muse unrivall'd reigns, To Britain let the nations homage pay!
She boasts a Homer's fire in Milton's strains, A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of Gray.
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