"Green sods are all their monument; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids."
"Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minister's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves."
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Source: James Gates Percival, Erasmus Darwin North (1866). “The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch”, p.494
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