...hopeless love. 'One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up...borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of earth...

...the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church- way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou...the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn. "There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen are show'rs of violets found; The redbreast...

...babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along...borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth...