The arching groves & walks so dark
All appear in mem'rys eye
With deep regret I view'd the spire
Which told the busy vil so nigh
For lonley shades are my desire
Far from the reach of human eye
The foot pad turning to the town
No longer provd alone to me
Loud noisy murmurs filld the air
& spoild my deep sollemnity
The passing hours jog'd on apace
& in their progress seem'd to say
‘Haste and gain that destind place’
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