Elegy written in a country church-yard . 171- For them, no more the blazing hearth shall burn,Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sires return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to wa Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bowd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke !

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