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XXXIII.There, where the Cross in hoary ruin nods,And weeping Yews o'ershade the letter'd Stones,While midnight Silence wraps these drear Abodes,And sooths me wand'ring o'er my kindred Bones,

XXXIV.Let kindled Fancy view the glorious Morn,When from the bursting Graves the Just shall rise,All Nature smiling, and, by Angels borne,Messiah's Cross far blazing o'er the Skies.