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HE sun is on the crowded street,
It kindles those old towers;
Where England's noblest memories meet,
Of old historic hours

HE stands within the silent square,
That square of state, of gloom;
A heavy weight is on the air,
Which hangs as o'er a tomb

I
AY thee lay me not to rest Among these mouldering bones;
Too heavily the earth is
By all these crowded stones

TE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,
From hostile menace, and offensive boast,
Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost;
To fancy's reign, who would not gladly turn,