122 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



(Which now lies naked to the injuries 

 Of ftormy weather) fome men lye interred, 

 Loved the church foe well, and gave fo largely to't, 

 They thought it fhould have canopide their bones 

 Till Dombefday ; but all things have their end ; 

 Churches and cities (which have difeafes like to men) 

 Muft have like death that we have. 



Welfier'i Duchefs of Malfy. 



In this folemn and peaceable retreat, 

 how grand mult have been the deep 

 toned organ's fwell, the loud anthem of 

 a hundred voices rolling through thefe 

 roofs, and penetrating the hallowed 

 grove ! What devotion would not rife 

 upon Enthufiafm's wings, when it heard 

 the toll of a vefperbell undulating with 

 the breeze. Even now, when all thefe 

 heaven-infpiring founds have ceafed, does 

 memory recur to them ; and fancy peo- 

 ples the gloom with all it's former inha- 

 bitants. This fober fhade 



" Lets fall a ferious gloom upon the mind 

 That checks but not appals. Such are the haunts 

 Religion loves, a meek and humble maid, 

 Whofe tender eye bears not the blaze of\ day." 



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