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Two Orphans.
My chaise the village Inn did gain,
Just as the sun's last setting ray,
Tip'd with refulgent gold the vane,
Of the Old church across the way.
Across the way I silent sped,
The time till supper to beguile;
To moralize among the dead,
That moulder'd round yon ancient pile.
There 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"
