George Crabbe

But monument themselves memorials need.

But monument themselves memorials need.

Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."

Habit with him was all the test of truth;
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."

"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.

All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
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All green was vanished save of pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue;
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.

"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
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"What is a church?" Let Truth and reason speak,
They would reply, "The faithful, pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."