LYTTELTON, Lord George


To a Lady lately Deceased. A Monody.

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IV.

In vain I look around

O'er all the well-known Ground

My LUCY'S wonted Footsteps to descry;

Where oft we us'd to walk,

Where oft in tender Talk,

We saw the Summer Sun go down the Sky;

Nor by yon Fountain's Side

Nor where its Waters glide

Along the Valley, can she now be found:

In all the wide-stretch'd Prospect's ample Bound

No more my mournful Eye

Can ought of Her espy,

But the sad sacred Earth where her dear Relics lie.
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