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Where many a humble green grave shew'd,
Where want and pain and toil did rest,
And many a flattering stone I view'd,
O'er those who once had wealth possess'd.
Where want and pain and toil did rest,
And many a flattering stone I view'd,
O'er those who once had wealth possess'd.
A faded beech its shadow brown,
Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept,
On which tho' scarce with grass o'ergrown
Two ragged children sat and wept.
Threw o'er a grave where sorrow slept,
On which tho' scarce with grass o'ergrown
Two ragged children sat and wept.
A piece of bread between them lay,
Which neither seem'd inclin'd to take,
And yet they look'd so much a prey
To want, it made my heart to ache.
Which neither seem'd inclin'd to take,
And yet they look'd so much a prey
To want, it made my heart to ache.
(illegible text)little children let me know,
Why you in such distress appear,
And why you wasteful from you throw,
That bread which many a heart would cheer.
Why you in such distress appear,
And why you wasteful from you throw,
That bread which many a heart would cheer.
