Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the Fault, If Memory over their Tomb no Trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted Vault The pealing Anthem swells the Note of Praise.
Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the Fault,If Memory over their Tomb no Trophies raise,Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted VaultThe pealing Anthem swells the Note of Praise.